Laurence Olivier gives it some welly in this fine adaptation of Emily Bronte's classic novel. The is unashamedly classic Hollywood in its execution & design and all the better for it! A superb combination of quality melodrama and expressionistic shadows. It may never threaten as a realist drama, but it certainly captivates the madness of those lonely nights on the moors.
I'm torn between whether I prefer "Oh, Heathcliff!" to "Oh, ASHLEY!" as far as grand romances go. A linear flashback, some fine, appropriately theatrical acting and swooping cinematography. Perhaps dated for the filthy minded cynics who'd solve the moral dilemma at the heart of this with a vaguely-concealed affair (me). Still produces a little tear though. "I will let you hold my hand . . . Underneath my fan..." oh!
The first thing that comes to mind is just how well the film is shot for a pre-Kane film, and then lo and behold, I go to IMDB and see Gregg Toland. What a master. He, Charles Lang, and James Wong Howe are just in a class by themselves. Oberon is great, Olivier hams it up as per usual. Never been a fan. The film succeeds due to the usual exquisite direction of Wyler and beautiful cinematography. 4.5 stars