Fennel's "Wuthering" Low
y'know sometimes I think about that scene in First Wives Club where Hawn as an experienced actress is debasing herself to play the mother of her husband's new shiny bouncy woman.
She sits down with her talking about character, and Elizabeth Berkley playing her vapid replacement says, "I'm thinking, streaks."
Hawn is silent for a moment, and you can see she was trying to think in terms of story and narrative. Then Berkley cuts in with a brilliantly performed, "Just around my face."
That moment crystalizes how I feel about this fanfic nonsense Fennel has produced and hung the Wuthering name on. It feels like someone made Wuth3ring H3ights using refrigerator magnets and they're looking at me like they want me to confirm it is high art.
If you don't want to adapt a story, write your own. But writing your own and then claiming Bronte's name on top of it? That's gross and plagiaristic in its own way. You're backwriting over a classic and calling it any kind of adaptation is just historical revisionism, not to mention the stark whitewashing of a lead character.
Write something of your own. Tell stories we'd get excited about. Now you've made the worst of both worlds - fans of Wuthering Heights are pissed and rejecting it, and the other percentage of people who would rather light themselves on fire than sit down to read it won't go because they never had an interest in the first place. What was the point?
"Streaks. Just around my face."












