Andrea Arnold's Wuthering Heights remains the novel's truest adaptation

Two children, one a pale freckled girl and the other a boy with light brown skin, walk through a sodden moor, the mist on the ground so thick that the grass disappears only a few steps ahead of them. As the girl skips, the image shakes, then goes in and out of focus as the boy watchfully follows. She stops to playfully feed him a piece of bread, saying “Open yer mouf” with an unmistakable Northern English twang. Neither actor is obviously professional, though each has an air of authenticity. There’s...