Watching at midnight won’t make Wuthering High School, the latest adaptation of Emily Bronte’s Wuthering Heights, as dark as desired. Crashing waves beneath the bright blue sky of Malibu? The Rich & Bratty in rags more pricey than cars? Barbies & Kens moping around homes built like resorts with cool stone pools, how could it? But that’s the point, right? Choosing the cold and dreary Upper East Coast for a setting would have been apropos, but redundant.
