
‘Wuthering Heights’ Puts Us All on the Leash
In her creative obedience to Emily Brontë’s intent, Emerald Fennell’s adaptation of Wuthering Heights keeps her characters – and her audience – on a tight leash.

In her creative obedience to Emily Brontë’s intent, Emerald Fennell’s adaptation of Wuthering Heights keeps her characters – and her audience – on a tight leash.

In Mascha Schilinski’s moody psychological drama Sound of Falling, we sense that a place can outlast the lives shaped inside it: what happened there does not disappear.

Drawing on the scandal around one of the Czech Republic’s most admired choirs, Broken Voices shows, once again, how institutions meant to exalt can perpetuate abuse.

Drops of God chooses to speak the language of luxury through philosophy and meaningful cinematography – with drinks.

Zhao’s Hamnet subverts the “great man narrative” not by centering on the rising career of Shakespeare, but instead on the cost of his genius.

Herzog’s Aguirre and Deodato’s Cannibal Holocaust present the Amazon as a space of destruction, survival, and moral reckoning. Both approaches raise ethical questions.

Joker provides a keen understanding of the deleterious effects of American neoliberalism, which the authors dismantle in Send in the Clowns with a mordant deadpan wit.

Sci-fi philosophy, shocking history, and metafictional puzzles dominate these unsettling yet weirdly intriguing TV shows.

Die My Love is about destruction and the tearing down of things including, sadly, the film itself.

American Psycho‘s Patrick Bateman is the spiritual ancestor of the Rotten Tomatoes addict, the Metacritic worshipper, the Spotify listener who judges worth by stream count.

What Thunderbolts communicates about teamwork taps into one of the greatest social science mysteries of contemporary history: the nature of individual-group relation.

Where Roddam’s Quadrophenia asks of British identity, “Who am I?” and Anderson’s If…. asks “Can I be myself?”, Cammell and Roeg’s Performance declares, “There is no self.”