The classic novel gets a strong shot of kitchen sink-style realism in Andrea Arnold’s refreshingly down and dirty adaptation. At once gritty and richly sensorial, her Wuthering Heights is vividly attuned to the natural world, with intimate, handheld camerawork that evokes the sights, sounds, and textures of the Yorkshire moors: the feeling of horse hair, of a feather against a face, of grime and mud and muck. The immortal tale of untamed love—between free-spirited Cathy (Kaya Scodelario) and foundling Heathcliff (James Howson)—is stripped of all sentimentality. What’s left is its wild, almost pagan heart.