
Laurence Olivier is a brooding, sexy Heathcliff, Merle Oberon a surprisingly good Cathy, David Niven is a reasonably dashing Edgar and Geraldine Fitzgerald a fine Isabella and, of course, it looks great, (Gregg Toland won his only Oscar for it). In fact, of its kind, it's almost perfect, (Ben Hecht and Charles McArthur did the adaptation), and perfectly entertaining and of all the versions of the book it's still the one to fall back on and yet it doesn't feel authentic. This is a "Wuthering Heights" for people who haven't read the book and don't want to; Samuel Goldwyn's "Wuthering Heights" rather than Emily Bronte's. Once you get your head around that, there is still a lot to enjoy.
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