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director, and the definitive work of the western as a movie genre. Produced
independently by Walter Wanger and distributed by United Artists, it is a
movie with hardly a false step or a single moment wasted. The final contri-
bution of Stagecoach to Hollywood history was that it firmly established John
Wayne as a star.
Yet another movie of 1939, of an entirely different kind that has been
widely recognized as distinctive is Wuthering Heights, for which Gregg Toland
won an Oscar for his stunning black-and-white cinematography. A Samuel
Goldwyn production, directed by William Wyler, with James Basevi as the
film’s art director, it was released through United Artists. A 1939 article in Vari-
ety, aimed at exhibitors and other motion picture industry insiders, commented:
“Wuthering Heights will have to depend on class audiences. Its general somber-
ness and psychological tragedy is too heavy for general audiences.” Wyler’s
direction was slow and ostensibly targeted women, who were thought by Hol-
lywood producers to be more naturally drawn to this kind of melodrama.
Heathcliff (Laurence Olivier), a homeless gypsy boy, is taken from the
streets of Liverpool and into a proper English home, where he grows up. The
daughter of the household, Cathy (Merle Oberon), develops an infatuation
for him. As she grows older, however, Cathy desires the fine life of gaiety and
expensive clothes and realizes that someone of Heathcliff’s social background
is unlikely to ever provide such a life for her. Edgar Linton (David Niven),
who has money and position, falls in love with Cathy, and they marry. In
the meantime, Heathcliff goes to America, returns with a fortune, and with
his wealth buys the prestigious country estate of Wuthering Heights. Linton’s
younger sister, Isabella (Geraldine Fitzgerald), falls in love with Heathcliff,
who marries her to spite Cathy and to show his contempt toward her over
her marriage to Linton. On her deathbed, Cathy tells Heathcliff that she has
always loved him, thus bringing this relentless story of unfulfilled love and
irony to its sad close.
At the time of Wuthering Heights’ release, the New York Post’s critic Archer
Winsten applauded its “deeply imaginative atmospheric power.” He main-
tained that the screen adaptation actually sharpened the focus of the story and
was superior to the Emily Brontë novel on which the movie was based. “To
those who object that it has been simplified,” he wrote of the screenplay by
Ben Hecht and Charles MacArthur, “the gain in power can be cited.” As the
New York Times reviewer wrote: “Goldwyn at his best, and better still, Emily
Brontë at hers, draws the viewer immediately into a romantic, haunted vision
of the Yorkshire moors.” There was wide critical praise for the cinematic
telling of this grim story. “This version captures the melancholia of the novel
on which it is based,” wrote Howard Barnes in the New York Herald Tribune,
pointing out that the movie was remarkably successful in conjuring up the