Bursting at the seams (literally) with creativity. Watching this felt like a breath of fresh air (minus a few genuinely objectionable scenes—we’ve gotten a little (a lot) too comfortable have we not??!! And why???? What did they even do for the plot???? Nothing.) in today’s safe sequel blockbuster era. A colorful, zany, well-acted, well-scored satire with deeply important things to say (that definitely could have just shown a little less).
Huge for the robot/slug genre.
Could have been an email.
Self-proclaimed “greatest love story ever told” written and directed by a woman who knows only lust.
This movie was a big old middle finger to Emily Brontë. What a shame to take such a prolific work and make it into garish tik tok smut.
If anything, Emerald Fennell degrades the novel just as her Heathcliff degrades Isabella and spites Catherine—to the detriment of Emily Brontë.
If you’re going to make a movie that is effectively a music video for 70% of its run-time, choose decent music.
