When it comes to adaptations of literary classics, AIP should have stuck to Poe (THE RAVEN is the most enjoyable film treatment of a Poe story yet) instead of attempting "respectibility" by bringing Bronte's Wuthering Heights
to the screen again. Although the film is relatively faithful to
Bronte's tale of unrequited love, the film doesn't begin to compare with the extraordinary 1939 film version of the story. While this version is beautifully photographed and admirably acted, there is never any real feeling of romance or sadness. It is all given a matter-of-fact approach, which
doesn't make for a great film.