She’s a sly one, that Emerald Fennell ! The actor turned filmmaker starts off her Wuthering Heights — the gajillionth take on Emily Brontë’s swooning Gothic novel, yet somehow the first one to feature Heathcliff sniffing his true love’s fingers after catching her in onanistic interlude — with the sound of heavy breathing and rapid moaning. The screen is black. The average viewer imagines all sort of carnal activities happening, titillated by what might appear onscreen once the visuals kick in.