Wuthering Heights is a competent, tasteful, frequently even lovely re-adaption of Emily Bronte’s Gothic, mystical love story. But the brooding tension, the electric passion of two lovers compelled to an inevitable tragedy is not generated.
Anna Calder-Marshall as Catherine is quite good, giving the role a wild young animal look and spirit. Timothy Dalton is also a technically capable actor, with a dark gypsy brooding look that is appropriate for Heathcliff. But his sullen, almost sulking portrayal is often that of a hurt boy rather than a man seething with resentment and a frustrated passion, a powder keg ready to explode.
Director Robert Fuest and cameraman John Coquillon compose striking and beautiful pictures, but without creating the sort of mood and tension the film needs.