kristy bowen | writer & book artist

It somehow seems incredibly fitting that the adaptation of Wuthering Heights dropped just as I was starting my own adaptation of a pre-existing literary work  (albeit a play rather than a film). While there are nearly half a century and an entire Atlantic Ocean between them and their authors, both are often considered feminist literary hallmarks with some similar themes and gothic tones.  There has been much contention in the reviews and social media takes on WH, with vastly different takes. It is very different and yet I think Emily Bronte would approve. No one wants a boring book-exact adaptations of a well-known text, especially when there have been countless others over the last two centuries, some more rigid than others.  Fennel's Wuthering Heights is less a retelling and more a vibe. A mood. A piece of film art in itself.  As someone who once claimed I had a Heathcliff complex in my romantic choices, he actually gets off a little lighter here, where his brutish...