Watching Wuthering Heights, the one in color with Ralph Fiennes and Juliette Binoche, and M says she likes the old one best, the B&W with Laurence Olivier. I'm pretty sure it was him playing Heathcliff--he's in every old B&W classic, it seems. But this one is better. The old one was old school: don't get to heavy. This one plays the dark side, both of the gothic and the dark side of human nature, of love that is not caritas but obsession. This one is more to the story. To the writer and her nature and times. This one is truer to its Romanticism. I should put it on my list for people to have to watch for credit. The film version of a classic that is itself a classic. The quintessential exposition of Denis de Rougemont's thesis about Love in the Western World. Liebestod and adultery. Liebestod=love-death. Love is death, or, you cannot have love in this world, it is only true in death. Like Tristan and Iseut, Romeo and Juliet, Paolo and Francesca, Cathy and Heathcliff. And adultery. How many love stories in the western tradition, and now movies, are about adultery? And we cheer it on. We want Cathy to go to Heathcliff, even though she is wed to What's-his-name. Edgar or something.