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This is how Crushable defines Wuthering High School: 'Angst Mixed With Angst With Angst On Top'.

Last night Lifetime premiered Wuthering High School, a modern retelling of Emily Brontë’s classic novel Wuthering Heights. How it took this long for a movie with that title to happen is beyond me. It was just sitting there for years staring pointedly at Lifetime like, “Whenever you guys are ready.” They finally grabbed it, and the result was even more angsty and horribly acted than I hoped it would be.
The film opens with our heroine (err, if you can call her that) Cathy Earnshaw lying in the middle of the hallway at her private school doing a very weak impression of Winona Ryder in the ’80s. This is where the voiceover narration starts. It’s like a dramatic reading of the angstiest Tumblr post on the Internet. Except it’s not all that dramatic, since Paloma Kwiatkowski is several points below Kristen Stewart on the acting scale. She talks about her mother’s death and seeing her everywhere she looks (something she will bring up approximately 53 more times for the rest of the movie). “Even though she was gone, I was the ghost,” she monotones as classmates step around her. Oh brother.
After some establishing shots of Malibu, we learn more about Cathy and her sad, pathetic rich girl life. She goes to a house party looking for her emo older brother Lee (Sean Flynn). She’s not welcome there because her former BFF Ellen (Francesca Eastwood of flaming handbag fame) hates her now for some reason I didn’t care enough to listen to. As retaliation for how mean everyone is to her (and most likely because she saw it in a movie and wanted to look cool), Cathy falls backwards into the pool. On her way out, her voiceover reminds us how different and weird she is. “Who wants to be basic?” she asks. This is real life, you guys. (Jill O’Rourke) (Read more)

The Public Reviews posts about the performances of Jane Eyre by the Butterfly Psyche and Livewire Theatre at The Rondo Theatre in Bath:

 In his adaptation, Dougie Blaxland has done a superb job of deciding what to omit, and how these areas can be referenced by Jane, as the narrator, to fill in the gaps.
Overall, the performance is fantastic, fluid and funny – a five star show in every sense. Ultimately, it is an absolute testament to Campbell’s talents – after all, how many actresses could successfully play out a convincing love scene with themselves?

The Wrap reviews the play Posterity.

Art rarely survives when it is delivered with a capital A. Make that several capital A’s in the case of Doug Wright’s new play about Henrik Ibsen
“Posterity,” an earnest drama about Henrik Ibsen and his fellow countryman, a struggling Norwegian sculptor named Gustav Vigeland, is the kind of play that Louis B. Mayer and Jack Warner acquired during the golden age of Hollywood.
Biopics about revered artists and scientists gave class to MGM and Warner’s line-up of screwball comedies, mindless musicals, and gangster pictures, which of course, went on to outlive the movies about Chopin, Pasteur, and the Brontë sisters. Art rarely survives when it’s delivered with a capital A. (Robert Hofler)

The Independent reviews the book The Way Things Were by Aatish Taseer in which

The panorama of class and cast generates multiple vernaculars, ranging from the mock-archaic to street slang to remnants of Bloomsbury-speak with residual public school inflections. Literary puns and frills abound. Having dismissed “Lawrence of Belgravia”, writer Gayatri Mann recalls her schooling thus: “All they ever taught us in bloody Tara Hall, was Billy the Bard, the Brontë-Shrontes, ‘I wandered lonely as a cloud’... They were so systematic, Les Angrez, in stamping out our culture”. (Amanda Hopkinson)

The Yorkshire Post features a gorgeous picture of the snow melting on the moors and concludes that,

When you see photographs like this it’s easy to understand why artists, poets and musicians find themselves inspired by the great British countryside.
Places like Top Withens and Haworth Moor have become synonymous with the Brontë sisters, while much of Ted Hughes’s poetry is infused with the landscapes of the Calder Valley that formed the powerful backdrop to his childhood.

Fantasy is more fun reviews Jane Eyre.