Some movies meet their moment effectively. John Patton Ford’s How to Make a Killing is not one of them. Maybe if the 2020s were a little more like the 1930s its subject matter on the entitled pursuit of immense wealth would be worthy escapism for a broadly economically disadvantaged audience. Maybe it would in any case and it’s just this movie that has a hard time selling it authentically. It could be the attitude of the script or of Glen Powell’s performance, but there is something a little uncomfortably arrogant to this movie that renders its supposed virtues disingenuous. This in spite of some real energy there is to it. How to Make a Killing is a modern remake of the classic British Ealing comedy Kind Hearts and Coronets , in which an underdog distant heir to a vast fortune systematically kills off the relatives ahead of him in the line of inheritance. A key difference though is that the earlier film is notable for having all of the eccentric relatives played by a s...
Whatever one might think of Emerald Fennel’s new Wuthering Heights , it should at least be clear that the novel by Emily Brontë is not exactly the “classy” work of literature it is often presumed to be. Though it has had that veneer impressed upon it by its era and literary quality, Wuthering Heights was pretty scandalous for its time -certainly more so than the other books by the Brontë sisters. It dealt in direct themes of class and abuse, featured characters (or at least one) who are incredibly morally ambiguous, and had greater sexual connotations in its central romance than a lot of mainstream fiction of the time. Wuthering Heights has always been scandalous, if perhaps not to the degree that Fennel brings. It is by design not a very faithful adaptation -at least in the details. The quotation marks around the title apparently are a clue to the fact it is more inspired by the idea of Wuthering Heights than a direct adaptation. Although that is not a p...