Hollywood has CROSSED A LINE. In a SHOCKING new interview, Oscar-winner Emerald Fennell ADMITS to sexually EXPLOITING a 19th-century literary classic for her own “wish fulfillment,” transforming Emily Brontë’s tragic masterpiece into a SALACIOUS, bodice-ripping fantasy. “We all want to sleep in a coffin,” Fennell BRAZENLY declared, exposing a DEEPLY DISTURBING obsession that has now been projected onto the big screen.
This isn’t adaptation; it’s a PROFANE VIOLATION. Fennell’s “Wuthering Heights,” starring Margot Robbie and Jacob Elordi, IGNORES the novel’s core themes of revenge and social ruin, instead injecting EXPLICIT sex scenes that NEVER existed in Brontë’s text. Fennell calls it a “personal fan tribute,” but critics are calling it something else: a CYNICAL, hypersexualized PERVERSION designed to scandalize for profit. Robbie herself confessed Fennell directed her to perform “like Ursula the sea witch,” reducing Catherine Earnshaw to a cartoonish villain of lust.
The director’s methods reveal a TOXIC SET CULTURE obsessed with pushing boundaries into the grotesque. Fennell boasts of being a “detail pervert,” describing in lurid detail how she personally FINGERED DOZENS of jellied fish to find the perfect metaphor for sexual dissatisfaction. This is the GRIM REALITY of modern filmmaking: where artistic reverence is sacrificed for VIRAL MOMENTS and sensory assault.
By rewriting a foundational text of English literature as a sultry, maximalist romance, Fennell isn’t just making a movie—she’s ERASING HISTORY to feed a culture addicted to outrage and empty sensation. This is what happens when fanaticism replaces fidelity, and the graves of literary giants are dug up for cheap clicks. The moors are weeping, and what passes for art today is just the echo.




