I'm Wesley Morris, and this is Cannonball.

Today, nothing says I love you, like leaving a bunch of eggs in your man's bed.

Love is hard, hard to get, hard to keep, hard to let go.

It's also hard to act in film.

And that might seem like a funny thing to say, given how many love stories we've been given from filmmakers, not to mention showrunners and novelists.

But the percentage that really gets to me is low.

There are two reasons to bring this up.

One is that Valentine's Day just happened.

The other is that just in time for that commercial event, I mean really, like what really

is Valentine's Day?

We just got another movie of Emily Bronte's novel Weathering Heights. Margot Robbie and Jacob

Alluredier in it. So are a lot of squished and squirted substances and not even the obvious ones.

This movie shoots straight out of the loins of Emerald Fennell.

She's the director of Promising Young Woman and Saltburn.

And Finnell is obviously interested in sexual obsession and romantic repression.

She thinks she's being shocking,

but I'm actually never shocked

because the movies aren't about human psychology

or relationships.

They're about trying to shock you,

which is trying.

So I was curious about whether her weathering heights would be more than a shock show.

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