
Let’s face it: If you’re annoyed at Emerald Fennell’s Wuthering Heights film, you’re boring
Who cares if Charli XCX’s bangers don’t suit 19th century fiction, what happened to fun!?
Let’s just preface every single thing I’m about to say by saying that if Emerald Fennell has no critics then I am dead. This is not to say I am an out and out hater. I gave Promising Young Woman five stars and thought it was a revelation. I gave Saltburn three stars, and thought it was an absolute mess but still kinda fun. Next up, we have Wuthering Heights – starring Jacob Elordi and Margot Robbie – and to this I am more than seated for whatever nonsense Fennell serves up. A lot of criticism towards Emerald Fennell and her extremely privileged upbringing and maximalist filmmaking is both deserved and endorsed by myself – but watching the outrage at the trailer for Wuthering Heights is boring me to tears. We all know it’s going to be imperfect, but to say it’s going to be anything less than entertaining is simply delusional.
Bring back fun!
The ‘Wuthering Heights’ movie will feature new original songs by Charli xcx. pic.twitter.com/tjgF60p4uf
— Pop Base (@PopBase) September 3, 2025
One tweet compared the announcement that Wuthering Heights by Emerald Fennell “will feature new original songs by Charli XCX” as “Wuthering Heights starring Margot Robbie and Jacob Elordi featuring Charli XCX on the soundtrack is kinda the matcha dubai chocolate Labubu of film”. This not only really made me laugh at its brain rotted astuteness but also just made me muse over the fact that this is precisely why this film is going to be a hoot.
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I am not coming to Emerald Fennell taking on Wuthering Heights with Jacob Elordi and Margot Robbie to the song stylings of Charli XCX for authentic and serious period drama adaptation. And if you are, why? You could just literally watch any number of adaptations of Emily Brontë’s novel to get your fix. This is for those of us who want to remortgage our home to pay for a big popcorn and Ice Blast and have our brains rubbed by overstimulating ridiculousness. Yes I WOULD like to see corsets tightened whilst feeling like a 365 partygirl.
One tweet that has alas been deleted now said quite simply “not saying that I think this is gonna be good but the way people rebuke it in the name of a dogmatic fetishism for ‘source material’ and ‘faithfulness’ to its original is so… foolish and anti-art. If you want the original just go read that.” I cannot shout this from rafters harder.
We are dealing with a filmmaker here so notorious for being out of touch with how the less than minted operate than to hope for any true substance is not only off the menu, but not required at all. Emerald Fennell is someone who has her characters slurping semen filled bathwater, guys. I simply want horny nonsense in the English wilderness played with jarringness by two Australians. And that’s exactly what we’re going to get.
It’s a film made to entertain us, by the way
ah yes. the obvious musical accompaniment for an 18th century period piece https://t.co/6ndjcojxxH
— aurora 🎠 (@lynchianbush) September 3, 2025
I believe trials at The Hague should have occurred for whatever Barry Keoghan was attempting at a Scouse accent in Saltburn, but I’m letting directors and filmmakers off for using bangers for period pieces. I would like to kindly remind the world that this film is being made as a romp and not something to play in a museum as an accurate visual representation of life in the 19th century.
I do not know or particularly think that Emerald Fennell is making a good film with her Wuthering Heights adaptation. But what I will defend is a director’s right to make a pile of garbage. At the end of the day, some films are made for us to smile and kick our feet off the cinema chair to and disassociate for a few hours. Whether Brontë is turning in her grave over the fact Margot Robbie is wearing red sunglasses in this adaptation is between her and her god.
I for one choose to not be boring.
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