You Should Really, Really Take a Date to 'Wuthering Heights' For Valentine's Day

"Hear me out: Emerald Fennell's Wuthering Heights is the ideal date movie. You can make a three-tiered evening out of it. First, a dinner to discuss the Emily Brontë book and the never-ending debate about whether this is actually a romance or a warning. Then, cozy up together at the multiplex to watch Margot Robbie and Jacob Elordi ravage each other amid the misty Yorkshire moors. After that, drop by the dearest church to confess all the impure thoughts it put into your heads."

"Given that it's an 19th century drama overflowing with lavish gowns, opulent manors, and torrid star-crossed romance, a screening of Wuthering Heights might seem on the surface like more of a girls' night out, but any man who assumes that is making a mistake. The appeal is not only the R-rated drama's high spice factor, although it does have that."

"In the story, Heathcliff is a starving orphan who is taken into the blustery Earnshaw home that gives the novel its title. There he grows up alongside Catherine, and the two are toxic even as children. They bring out the worst in each other. Heathcliff has an innate combativeness that is perhaps justified by his desperate history (and the miserable way he is treated by those who have adopted him). But Cathy's mean-streak gets sharper around him."

Plan a three-tiered evening: a dinner to debate Emily Brontë's novel and whether the story is a romance or a warning; a theater screening of Emerald Fennell's Wuthering Heights starring Margot Robbie and Jacob Elordi; then a church visit to confess impure thoughts inspired by the film. The film presents a 19th-century drama with lavish gowns, opulent manors, and torrid, star-crossed romance. The film appeals beyond a girls' night because of its R-rated spice and because Heathcliff's irresistible yet toxic nature makes many partners feel like better people. Heathcliff begins as a starving orphan taken into the Earnshaw home, grows up with Catherine, and their mutual toxicity intensifies into consuming passions.

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