LESS IS MOOR...

IT'S GLAM UP NORTH BUT EMERALD FENNELL'S SEX-SOAKED RETELLING OF ROMANTIC CLASSIC MAY BE TOO MUCH FOR THE BRONTË PURISTS

- REVIEWS BY DAMON SMITH

WUTHERING is an underused word outside of Emily Brontë's canon, referring to the roaring strength of a wind or a place at the mercy of a gale.

The winds of change that blow through Saltburn writer-director Emerald Fennell's sexy spin on the 19th-century romance are certainly wuthering and spatter almost every conceivable bodily fluid across a visually stunning tale of doomed childhood sweethearts on a collision course to heartbreak.

Fennell blows any cobwebs away with gleefully puckered lips in a grotesque opening scene to introduce headstrong young Catherine Earnshaw (Charlotte Mellington).