Let's be real: this is the adaptation nobody asked for and nobody particularly liked. With a 31% critics score and a 3.1/5 on Letterboxd, this 1992 version of Wuthering Heights is a slog.
The source material is a masterpiece of Gothic literature, but this film fails to capture what makes Brontë's novel compelling—the wild, transgressive energy, the complex critique of social class, the moors as a character themselves. Instead, you get a flat period piece that romanticizes one of literature's most toxic relationships without the nuance to make it interesting.
If your teen needs Wuthering Heights for English class, point them to the book, the 1939 Laurence Olivier version, or the 2011 adaptation. This one's only for completists or if you're literally out of options on a long flight. The story itself involves obsession, revenge, emotional cruelty, and characters systematically destroying each other's lives—not exactly wholesome family viewing, and this version doesn't even execute it well enough to be worthwhile.




