"I cannot live without my soul'.

Cathy and Heathcliff are a pair whose very names are synonymous with passionate desire: the ardent flame of their love, set against Gothic mists and earthy, rugged moorland, effloresces with fresh vibrancy in Andrew Sheridan's entrancingly poetic rendering of Wuthering Heights.

With all of the sustained intensity of the original text, Sheridan's script conjures a thrilling, dream-like environment in which exterior and interior worlds blur. With inner lives coalescing amidst snatches of song and hauntingly fragmented dialogue, Sheridan's reformulation of Bronte's masterpiece lends a classic tale an arrestingly modern edge.