My Love for Heathcliff and Catherine Revived

How I came across 1992 movie Adaptation of Wuthering Heights.

 

Two days ago, I was looking on you tube for the movie adaptation of Far from the Madding crowd written by Thomas Hardy. Its a good novel, and that is why I desired to watch its movie adaptation.
I came across four-five movie versions. To be very honest, i didn't really like any of it -1967 version was better regardless of various flaws.

I lost interest.

Just as I was about to leave, I saw a link on the right side of screen, Wuthering Heights. And instantly i was drawn to view it! -I've been in love with Wuthering heights since the first day i read it, though I was in sixth grade then, but I remember how grieved I was. And it is to this novel that I started loving and reading classic literature novels-

It was the 1992 version. Ralph Fiennes as Heathcliff and Juliette Binoche as Catherine Earnshaw.
 
Saying that I was carried away wouldn't do justice to what my condition really was.
I was laughing along with their mischievous giggles, I was feeling the delight. I thought I was there myself, wandering at the moors; watching Heathcliff and Catherine and their pleasure of togetherness..

 








Saying that I cried hard at the death of Catherine, at the misery of Heathcliff, would be a straight understatement. No I didn't cry hard, I cried bitterly. 

I read almost all the comments, by critics criticizing this 1992 version. Though I was pleased that no one dared to point Ralph as unsuitable to be Heathcliff - I was glad. But disappointed to see Juliette remarked as unfit to be Catherine. I think She has done justice to the role of Catherin Earnshaw just like Ralph as Heathcliff.

The director, Peter Kosminsky has so beautifully - I don't have words to praise his talent and perfection - directed the movie, exactly like I imagined when I first read Wuthering Heights. The setting, location, atmosphere; every single thing was taken in notice; evidently studied thoroughly.

The death scene of Catherine and Heathcliff's last meeting with her. At first, Oh yes I was sobbing like anything- But the next time, keeping my emotions in control, I concentrated; concentrated hard to catch at-least a single error. but no, I failed. The scene is perfect. The dialogue delivery, the expressions - more credit to Ralph - The essence of novel is remarkably maintained.

 
Then approached another piercingly sad scene; Heathcliff's absolutely wild act of emotionality with Catherine's corpse. The difference was evident. Edgar's gentle and calm act of touching his wife's hand and leaving without really weeping loud; and Heathcliff's passionate act of agony by taking Catherine's corpse in his arms and crying like a weary man who has lost the purpose of living ..

Catherine completed him. He was human with Catherine, only.

A person like me who have intense emotions and strong imagination CANNOT watch these scenes without crying loud, as it were Me myself crying and going through the pain of loosing the other half of My soul!

The other melancholic scene where Heathcliff is standing alone with the most agonized expression at the same moors where once He along with his other part Cathy used to wander in joy-   For that one second, I thought it was I experiencing the pain.  It was like hot despair being poured in my heart, piercing and incurable. Excellent shooting. Excellent acting.

One thing which added intensity to all these scenes was the music.

The music in this movie, is the soul of every single scene. The main theme of Wutherin Heights is given by Ryuichi Sakamoto.
I have never heard any symphony this melancholic- 

Link to the Theme Music of Wuthering Heights

Listen to this and with no difficulty you could imagine the loneliness of Heathcliff, feel the pain of their separation. You could picture the moors where young Heathcliff and Catherine used to wander, wild and glad. Fearless.

The final moments, that is the reunion of Heathcliff's soul with Catherine's is an epic scene.

My heavy heart which was filled with grief and sympathy for Heathcliff was satisfied when i saw them reuniting, at last. Heathcliff's misery was over. He was finally back again with his other half. Catherine.

This movie, 1992 version is the original Wuthering Heights. Ralph is the real Heathcliff, Juliette is the real Catherine and Janet McTeer is the real Nelly Dean.

This movie made me read Wuthering Heights again, all over. This time, my imagination was even rich.

Wuthering Heights is a black romantic tragedy. Portray of true passionate love. Portray of wildness and madness. Portray of intense tragedy and melancholy. Portray of eternal reunion and completeness.

To all those critics who criticize this version, are probably less imaginative and insensitive to the glowing, radiating emotions that are clearly to be seen, to be felt in every single part of this movie.

I rate it 10/10.

Also; Hats off to the writer of this devastatingly amazing novel. Emily Bronte. Who has so smoothly woven the human emotions. Described them so naturally.

Such type of a master piece could be produced even today -
No. No writer could touch the perfection of Emily Bronte. She is above the extreme limits of extra ordinary.

Can't really be 'Me'

We live in this world as what they want us to be, rather than what we really are. Just to please them, Every day, We do things which We want to do not.

Talking of me.

The composed girl this world see, is the result of hard efforts. Now when I look back and see what I was, I couldn't believe it. "Was I really like that? Have I really changed this much?"

What I was and what I am.

But how long could the real me hide? How long could I act?

And so, at times, when I'm alone.. The walls break, and the concealed me comes out.

And then, I feel like going somewhere far, as far as I could. And never return. Hide.
Run to a place where there are no unusual changes, no necessity to make choices, no responsibilities, no obligations .. Where I could cry, for people I know and people I knew; for people I did meet and people I didn't meet; for people who are alive and for people who are dead.
-Where there is no one to comment on everything I do. No one to point out my most insignificant weaknesses.... Where there is peace with time. Where there is peace with my own being.

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Of course, I have to recollect myself; Hard as it is. But If I'd do that not, what would this world say?

Oh yes, the world, As I'm taught to care of them only ...

*Sigh*

Why did I decide to Write a Blog?

I don’t remember when I first heard this word, BLOG. But the expression of it was of a “difficult and a high-figh thing.”

Funny as it might seem, but I always wanted to have a blog of my own. I was so curious of what it really is. It was the name that attracted me. Blog

In December 2010, I was watching a movie in which one friend who was a photographer had a blog and his other friend tells him that he visits his blog frequently. From that I picked up a gist that BLOG is for professionals only. Though I still wanted to know what it really is, how to make it, what is it for ...

A couple of months ago, I was listening to my favorite radio presenter, when I heard him telling a caller that she could start a blog where she could share her talent. He also suggested her to look for tips on Google. Tadaa! I did exactly the same. First I googled the term ‘blog’, then I entered other keywords. Like, ‘why make a blog?’ then ‘how to make a blog’. I went on following the instructions.

Of course, first I was fearful, nervous; for what if people didn’t appreciate it? What if I make mistakes? But then, the voice of my insight –who speaks when I least expect its help- scolded me, nobody is gonna eat you up if you make a mistake. I needed that, because I was convinced, completely. And determined – for the first time – to do it.

I wanted to express myself, a loud, publicly.

Share what I have to say, share what I think, share what’s happening with me. So that one day when I would be no more, the world will know that I existed.

For this reason, I put aside my silly fear ignored my grammar troubles and went on. Nobody is gonna eat you up- I kept telling myself.

>>>>> 

Thanks to a friend who guided me and also appreciated <3

It’s been two months since I’m blogging; and guess, I’m already addicted to it.

It feels good, letting things to come out and expressing yourself.

Blogging has made me able to concentrate; now I keep my eyes open and mind attentive. My habit of thinking about things hard has increased. My feelings have become even stronger. When ever now I am sad, happy, worried – I prefer writing. Or whenever I get any falsafiyaana thought I right it up; make a rough draft of it.

Writing a blog has also brought my mind in working. Like a friend said, Use it before it get rusted – Haha.

(Wish it had helped me with my laziness as well =D)

I learned that sometimes, we really should put aside our fears and take the initiative.

Doing something and making a mistake, AND not doing something because of the fear of making a mistake – both are the same things. Then why not do it? =)