Andrea Arnold’s savagely wonderful adaptation of Wuthering Heights is romantic in the way that bar fights are routine oral surgery. Heathcliff, brilliantly portrayed for the first time by a black actor (James Howson), seethes more than broods. His environment seethes around him: Wind howls, sheep and rabbits are slaughtered onscreen, and men are beaten with the casual brutality of farm life. Still, you pray for a gentle, loving ending, even as Heathcliff’s doom is most apparent, even as he hangs a cocker spaniel by his collar on a fence and leaves him to die. (See Movie Times)