Emerald Fennell’s squelchy riff on Emily Brontë's crazed 19th century classic turns out to be a TikTok version of the novel that works rather well on its own terms. The giddy complexity of the book is reduced to a standard romantasy plot that nonetheless generates considerable emotional (and erotic) voltage.

Margot Robbie is a tremulous, sadistic Cathy, working wonders with those crazy blue eyes. Jacob Elordi’s Heathcliff is more puppy-dog than rottweiler, disappointingly absolved of the abuse and devilry the character commits in the novel. Hong Chau’s Nelly Dean is perhaps the most interesting, going from narrative gatekeeper to character in her own right.

The movie is as posed and deliberate as a Vogue photoshoot with its gorgeous leads, giallo-tinged set-design, and corsets and crinolines enough to fill a Spring moodboard. We spend more time banqueting in Thrushcross Grange than we do languishing in the squalor of Wuthering Heights.

It’s all endlessly grammable, yielding some truly breathtaking imagery along the way (my favourite was the shot of Cathy in her veil drifting ghost-like across the moors). But it’s too controlled and self-conscious to conjure the novel’s feel for the wild and the liminal. Charli XCX’s soundtrack foghorns the subtext.

Watch out for Clem Fandango as foppish cuckold Edgar Linton.