The eternal and very English collisions of class and propriety are shot through the story of Wuthering Heights, and are shown in their extreme in this admirable production. The acting is uniformly splendid, though it's McShane who steals the show, giving a far wilder, darker, more threatening performance than Laurence Olivier's more famous, but far more polished, one. Angela Scoular, a veteran British TV actress, is appropriately dewy and heartfelt in her love for Heathcliff, as well as in her conflict of loyalty to him and to her brother and the class system. William Marlowe is a true scoundrel as Cathy's brother Hindley, though he lets just enough vulnerability show through to indicate how threatened he is by Heathcliff's mastery of the wilds of Yorkshire.
And here is another highlight: For a TV production, the utter desolation of the Yorkshire moors is portrayed unflinchingly--and very hauntingly. The winds never seem to quiet down, and the trees are barren, the horizon foreboding. All of which gives this Wuthering Heights its affecting torment a stunning claustrophobic feeling--despite, or perhaps in spite of, the enormous open, desolate spaces. --A.T. Hurley