Emerald fennell is conceptually the messiah of 2011 me/tumblr but she is just incapable of following through with her ideas. Saltburn is everything I would have wanted in a movie. Unacknowledged yearning with an unconventional power imbalance and a beautiful wonderful power bottom manipulating everyone to get what he wants and I just agghhhh

But just like wuthering heights she doesn't understand herself or her ideas enough to have a cohesive film. Like she gets ideas for these crazy incredible scenes and then scrambles afterwards to fill in the blanks. And she ends up with a few highs and a LOT of lows

Literally wtf was the point of the opening scene of wuthering heights? I went in with an open mind. I tried to separate it from the source material. So I was like okay we are seemingly entering an alternate sex crazed universe where we will be inundated with it. Or we will see Catherine growing up with a lot of sexual trauma from witnessing a man essentially die from auto erotic asphyxiation. And she took a lot of joy out of it? I was willing to suspend my disbelief because I was curious where it was going

But Catherine still grows up an innocent untouched fool that doesn't seem to know that sex even exists until she actually witnesses it. There's no exploration of her sexuality after that. She got caught jerking her shit and then heathcliff disappears and she enters a montage of stupid outfits and being an innocent child again with her husbabd. It's just so BLAND there's no SUBSTANCE. Literally at no point in any of her movies does she ever follow through with what she sets up. The best scenes in the movie are when heathcliff covers her eyes and mouth and when he's threatening to kill Edgar while they're having sex. It's the closest she ever gets to any kind of real tension or wanting between them

Like why the fuck are you even advertising this as a movie for freakazoids if you aren't going to go full freak.