The moors of West Yorkshire have never looked so seductive – or so sinister. Warner Bros. unleashed the full trailer for Emerald Fennell’s steamy reimagining of Emily Brontë’s gothic masterpiece Wuthering Heights on November 13, 2025, and it’s already shattered the internet with 25 million views in 48 hours. At the heart of the storm? Margot Robbie as the wild, untamed Catherine Earnshaw and Jacob Elordi as the brooding, vengeful Heathcliff – a pairing so scorching, it’s got fans declaring “This isn’t adaptation; it’s arson.” From rain-soaked kisses that steam up the screen to Heathcliff’s tongue tracing a velvet wall in a moment of raw, unhinged desire, the two-minute sizzle reel pulses with Fennell’s signature blend of mordant romance and envelope-pushing edge. “So kiss me, and let us both be damned,” Elordi’s Heathcliff growls to Robbie’s Cathy, his fingers grazing her stomach in a touch that crackles like lightning. It’s Bridgerton meets Saltburn on the stormy Yorkshire winds – and the Barbz, Swifties, and bookworms alike are feral for it.

Fennell, the Promising Young Woman provocateur who’s no stranger to twisting classics into cultural dynamite, called her take “the greatest love story of all time, but with teeth.” The trailer – scored to Charli XCX’s sultry “Chains of Love” from her Brat universe, plus original tracks – opens with childhood innocence: Young Cathy (Vy Nguyen in her feature debut) and Heathcliff (Owen Cooper) tumbling through heather, their laughter echoing like a promise. Fast-cut to adulthood, and the innocence shatters – Robbie’s Cathy, fierce in corseted gowns and windswept curls, locks eyes with Elordi’s towering Heathcliff, his dark locks and brooding stare channeling a gypsy outsider’s fury. The chemistry? Atomic. A slow-burn stare across a candlelit hall explodes into a downpour embrace, their bodies slamming against stone walls as thunder rumbles. “There’s an enormous amount of sado-masochism in this book,” Fennell defended in a Guardian chat, laughing off early backlash to her “erotically charged” vision. “Heathcliff and Cathy aren’t just lovers; they’re destroyers – of each other, of everything around them.”

Fans are unhinged – and not just for the heat. X lit up with #WutheringHeightsTrailer trending globally, 1.2 million posts in the first day: “Margot as Cathy? Jacob as Heathcliff? Emerald directing? This is the unholy trinity we DESERVE 🔥” from one viral thread, while another gushed, “That wall-licking scene? I need a cold shower and Emily Brontë’s ghost to apologize.” The trailer’s envelope-pushers – Heathcliff’s possessive growl (“You belong to me”), Cathy’s feverish confession (“I am Heathcliff!”) – have sparked debates: Is it faithful to Brontë’s 1847 fever dream of obsession and revenge, or Fennell’s Saltburn-esque subversion? Casting whispers? Early gripes about Robbie (34) as a “young maiden” were shut down by casting director Kharmel Cochrane: “Wait till you see the set design – that’s the real shock.” Elordi’s Heathcliff, with his Romany roots reimagined as a magnetic outsider (darker skin, haunted eyes), has book purists divided: “Perfect brooding anti-hero” vs. “Too pretty for the moors’ monster.”

The supporting cast? A killer ensemble: Hong Chau as the no-nonsense Nelly Dean, Alison Oliver as the fragile Isabella Linton, Shazad Latif as the stuffy Edgar Linton, Martin Clunes as the patriarchal Joseph, and Ewan Mitchell as the scheming Hindley Earnshaw. Young versions by Owen Cooper and Charlotte Mellington add innocence’s sting. LuckyChap (Robbie’s production banner) teams with MRC for Fennell’s third Fennell flick post-Saltburn, with Warner Bros. dropping it Valentine’s Day 2026 – because nothing says romance like a love that burns eternal (and eternally destructive).

Critics are already salivating: Variety hailed the trailer as “a masterclass in gothic combustion,” praising Robbie’s “feral grace” and Elordi’s “smoldering menace.” The Hollywood Reporter noted: “Fennell’s lens turns Brontë’s windswept tragedy into a feverish fever dream – think Poor Things on the moors.” Backlash? Minimal so far, but expect purist purges: “Heathcliff isn’t a heartthrob; he’s a hurricane!” one Goodreads rant fumed. Box office buzz? Explosive – after Saltburn‘s 2023 sleeper hit ($23M worldwide), this could be Fennell’s breakout, with Robbie fresh off A Big Bold Beautiful Journey and Elordi riding Frankenstein and The Dog Stars waves.

As the trailer loops – that final, rain-lashed kiss lingering like a curse – one thing’s clear: Wuthering Heights isn’t just a retelling; it’s a resurrection. Robbie and Elordi’s electric glances promise a love that’s as beautiful as it is brutal, whispering secrets that could raze empires. In Fennell’s hands, Brontë’s heath-fueled inferno burns brighter – and hotter – than ever. Fans, brace: Valentine’s 2026 won’t be for the faint of heart. This forbidden fire? It’s about to consume us all.