Emerald Fennell’s Wuthering Heights is porn
The blockbuster reveals more about the psyche of the director than of Brontë
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The blockbuster reveals more about the psyche of the director than of Brontë
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Is Jacob Elordi too white? Would Emily Brontë care?
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Stewart’s first directed feature film weaves a compelling narrative out of fragments of a woman’s past
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The First Lady’s documentary gestures lamely toward the American dream
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His third directorial outing, Is This Thing On?, finds the good in divorce
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I said “Hello, film Dad” to Brendan Gleeson in a wobbly voice, and gave him a huge hug
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A desperate search for employment turns violent in the auteur’s dark, satirical corporate takedown
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Paul Mescal’s portrayal leans more on grief than genius
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