Rated NR
The actors performances were the worst I have ever seen. They were so over dramatic, too precise, and too stale, there was no heart into any of them. Every movement looked forced. The only performance I did enjoy was Olivier Cruveiller’s. His wasn’t so over dramatic or mannequin. Olivier Torres’ played the part too wimpy and I don’t think Oliver or as Emily Bronte calls him Edgar Linton was ever that wimpy. Also, this film didn’t follow as closely to the book as I’ve seen other versions do. In other words, catch the 1992 or 1998 versions, they are overall better versions.
