I've never been a Bronte fan. I've read Jane Eyre and seen the film (although not the most recent one) and I just don't get the style of writing.
Many long years ago I scraped through the first 10 pages of this book and then shut it forever.
So, when I finally finished Season 3 of Downton Abbey *sob* there was a 1998 copy of Masterpiece Theater's film version of Wuthering Heights inside the case. I grit my teeth and sat down to watch it, while I folded laundry of course. I hoped by watching this classic I might gain some interest or insight to the Brontes but it wasn't to be.
It was painful. I couldn't get myself to care about any of the selfish characters in the story and didn't shed a tear when anyone died. What does Cathy see in Heathcliff? So don't get it.
I don't know if any of the other versions are any better, but since the story won't change, I doubt my opinion would.
The best thing about this film was Matthew Macfadyen, except he's only in it for about 10 minutes max.
Worth a view? No.
My apologies to you lovers of Bronte and their books. I don't think I'll ever be a fan.