I was seated between two of the only five gentlemen in the audience, the rest of the full house were women. Women, through discussions in intermission read it in their youth like me and had many years between then and now as well. We were all in a bit of a shock. It was a wonderful performance by the Queensland Theatre Company, the modern language in some parts were jarring and left me wondering was it a faithful adaptation? For some reason, there was a struggle to remember what I loved about the book and why I wasn’t feeling it at the theatre. I thought the book was romantic in my youth, tonight I was thinking I must have been as mad as the craziness I just witnessed. Perhaps it’s age and less tolerance for hissy fits and moaning, something Cathy did a fair bit of up on stage. It was enough to make at least one of the five gentleman leave at intermission.
I did truly enjoy the performance, it was delivered well and the sound and lighting was spot on. I checked the faces and tried to listen in on the discussion younger members of the audience were having, perhaps it was just an age thing? I couldn’t hear but there was plenty of discussion. Perhaps it was because on the stage they couldn’t have the luxury of the setting of the moors, that wide open space that played such a huge role in the book? It is the imagery of the setting that has stuck with me where the story has not done so much. Whatever it is, I need to revisit the book. But then just as I had an obsession with Bon Jovi back then and now I not so much, maybe Wuthering Heights just won’t be the same.