Teaches me to watch Masterpiece Theater

I watched Wuthering Heights last night. It was a bit longer than I expected. I watched it far into the night.

Colby is out of town this week. These things are related.

I've never actually read the book, and now I can't stop thinking about the movie. I can't decide if I liked it or not.

It was way creepier than I expected.

It was a WAY better love story than I expected.

I'm a bit confused as to why it didn't totally disgust me, not being one for gothic romances (Bella Swan, eat your heart out).

I love the fact that something drew me into the love story so that even though it was dark and creepy, and even though they were kind of perfectly awful people, I didn't realize it and I didn't think about it, I just wanted them to be together. (It's possible that this has nothing to do with the movie and everything to do with PMSing-while-apart-from-husband, but I'm not sure.)

Why was their love so moving?

Why can't I stop thinking about it?

Why was Heathcliff's final demise so fitting? It gave the whole thing a really haunting grace and beauty.

Anyway, I kind of loved it. I think I need to read the book.