SFIFF 55: Wuthering Heights

Andrea Arnold does Wuthering Heights!  It's a dream come true!  She totally gets the book, and then, thank god, she doesn't betray it with a lot of BBC-drama type styling and other thespian nonsense.  What we get is raw, unmediated human nature briefly diverted by civilization but returned through tragedy to its elements.  Civilization is the tragedy.  She celebrates the natural sublime, the bleak, rain-lashed landscape, the savage, 'inappropriate' emotions, the mud, blood, and fur; birth and death and cruelty; fire, rock, and rain.  It is thrilling and beautiful, hands down the best film in the festival.