In the early 19th century on the lone, shivering Yorkshire moors, the owner of Wuthering Heights brings home an orphan from Liverpool named Heathcliff (Timothy Dalton). When the kindly Mr Earnshaw dies, his son Hindley forces Heathcliff to work as a stable boy. Though clearly despised by Hindley, daughter Catherine develops an intense kinship with the dark, brooding Heathcliff that blossoms into fervent love. When Cathy (Anna Calder-Marshall) meets wealthy neighbour Edgar Linton (Ian Ogilvy) and encourages his attentions, the devastated Heathcliffe runs away. Cathy marries Edgar, and a few years later the resentful Heathcliff returns with his own wealth and sophistication. Still obsessively in love with each other, Cathy gets deathly ill and the plot ensues with tragic consequences for all involved.
What a delightful, haunting tale of sheer brilliance and disturbing imagery. Filmed on location in Yorkshire, the scenery is spectacular, foreboding and beautifully depicts the characters sense of desolation and hopelessness. Director Robert Fuest dishes up plenty of mood, atmosphere, and some rather delectable performances from his two leads, particularly Timothy Dalton as the tortured, gorgeous Heathcliff. This film is not without faults, it does not zealously follow Emily Bronte's novel and some viewers might find this annoying. Overall, a stunning, heartfelt production that I warmly recommend to all.