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la_belle_laide) wrote2010-10-16 06:33 pm
la_belle_laide) wrote2010-10-16 06:33 pm
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"You said I killed you. Haunt me, then!"
Yeah, totally having to own the Wuthering Heights DVD. I watched the second half last night (with a quart of Cherry Garcia,) and I about died in many different ways.
Aside from the WTF ENDING, seriously, what the hell makes anyone think they can change Heathcliff's death?
Mr. Heathcliff was there — laid on his back. His eyes met mine so keen and fierce, I started; and then he seemed to smile. I could not think him dead: but his face and throat were washed with rain; the bed-clothes dripped, and he was perfectly still. The lattice, flapping to and fro, had grazed one hand that rested on the sill; no blood trickled from the broken skin, and when I put my fingers to it, I could doubt no more: he was dead and stark!
I hasped the window; I combed his black long hair from his forehead; I tried to close his eyes: to extinguish, if possible, that frightful, life- like gaze of exultation before any one else beheld it. They would not shut: they seemed to sneer at my attempts; and his parted lips and sharp white teeth sneered too!
Okay, he does not pop a cap in his ass and lie there still managing to look inexplicably hot. Yeah, so aside from that. We'll just pretend that never happened.
Digression: While searching for Heathcliff's real death scene so I could C&P without having to type it all out, Google had a suggestion for me:
WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU?
Anyway, back to the matter at hand. The other thing I didn't like was that they made Linton the younger sort of likeable. In the book he was a whiny bitch.
However, the rest of it was so true to the spirit of the book that I loved, it was, yeah, a litgasm. I was so glad they gave Cathy her head-bashing cray-cray scene, and I got honestly teary-eyed into my empty ice cream vat during the "CATHERINE!" "HEATHCLIFF!" scene on the moors.
So, last post I was raving about how T-Hard had the grace and restraint to play Heathcliff with such quiet, seething menace which he can express with just his eyes. Or crushing betrayal, without even using words. And that he can gorgeously deliver dialogue that could sound dated and cheesy but instead just flows from him. He did most of the movie in a low rumble that seriously gave me a ridiculous voice kink. You know, where I get all effusive and start saying junk like "his voice is like melty dark chocolate, or a big sweater, or a stiletto through the heart" etc.
SEVEN MINUTES IN, LISTEN.
UNNNFFFF. He is just so creepy, horrible, irredeemable, but as Heathcliff should be, you have to love him anyway, even though you hate yourself for loving him, the puppy killer.
So he did most of the movie with that kind of intensity and restraint, but after Catherine dies he has a moment where he just screams and I was like, ARRRRRGGGHHH along with him.
OMG, he should be in every single movie. I mean this. Every. Single. Movie.
I don't even care that they didn't bother to age him eighteen + years through the movie, just WHATEVS, he stays beautiful, I love him at 5:00 on, or really through the whole thing:
Ahhh he's so pretty, I can't even.
So, okay, I'm done for now.
Aside from the WTF ENDING, seriously, what the hell makes anyone think they can change Heathcliff's death?
Mr. Heathcliff was there — laid on his back. His eyes met mine so keen and fierce, I started; and then he seemed to smile. I could not think him dead: but his face and throat were washed with rain; the bed-clothes dripped, and he was perfectly still. The lattice, flapping to and fro, had grazed one hand that rested on the sill; no blood trickled from the broken skin, and when I put my fingers to it, I could doubt no more: he was dead and stark!
I hasped the window; I combed his black long hair from his forehead; I tried to close his eyes: to extinguish, if possible, that frightful, life- like gaze of exultation before any one else beheld it. They would not shut: they seemed to sneer at my attempts; and his parted lips and sharp white teeth sneered too!
Okay, he does not pop a cap in his ass and lie there still managing to look inexplicably hot. Yeah, so aside from that. We'll just pretend that never happened.
Digression: While searching for Heathcliff's real death scene so I could C&P without having to type it all out, Google had a suggestion for me:
WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU?
Anyway, back to the matter at hand. The other thing I didn't like was that they made Linton the younger sort of likeable. In the book he was a whiny bitch.
However, the rest of it was so true to the spirit of the book that I loved, it was, yeah, a litgasm. I was so glad they gave Cathy her head-bashing cray-cray scene, and I got honestly teary-eyed into my empty ice cream vat during the "CATHERINE!" "HEATHCLIFF!" scene on the moors.
So, last post I was raving about how T-Hard had the grace and restraint to play Heathcliff with such quiet, seething menace which he can express with just his eyes. Or crushing betrayal, without even using words. And that he can gorgeously deliver dialogue that could sound dated and cheesy but instead just flows from him. He did most of the movie in a low rumble that seriously gave me a ridiculous voice kink. You know, where I get all effusive and start saying junk like "his voice is like melty dark chocolate, or a big sweater, or a stiletto through the heart" etc.
SEVEN MINUTES IN, LISTEN.
UNNNFFFF. He is just so creepy, horrible, irredeemable, but as Heathcliff should be, you have to love him anyway, even though you hate yourself for loving him, the puppy killer.
So he did most of the movie with that kind of intensity and restraint, but after Catherine dies he has a moment where he just screams and I was like, ARRRRRGGGHHH along with him.
OMG, he should be in every single movie. I mean this. Every. Single. Movie.
I don't even care that they didn't bother to age him eighteen + years through the movie, just WHATEVS, he stays beautiful, I love him at 5:00 on, or really through the whole thing:
Ahhh he's so pretty, I can't even.
So, okay, I'm done for now.