Maybe Sam Goldwyn's version of Wuthering Heights now matters most for cinematographer Gregg Toland's new camera with the deep focus which was a screen revolution. There is lots of shadowy atmosphere but the usual virtues of a '30s studio production are not a perfect match for Emily Brontë's novel.
Mainly, the exteriors are photographed on a soundstage. Of course, this was standard, but Brontë's gothic romance is about the wild and windy moors almost as much as obsession, pride and revenge. And her classic text is adapted by MacArthur and Hecht who were better known for screwball comedy.
And yet... they retain a fair amount of the dialogue and have a decent go at reducing the sprawling narrative to feature length. There is a genuine frisson in the moments when the voice of the author filters through. Also, in omitting the second half of the novel, a mainstream audience gets what it pays for.
Which is Cathy and Heathcliff's spectral/stormy romance. Laurence Olivier's Yorkshire accent fluctuates and Merle Oberon doesn't even try but they have chemistry. Though she seems more petulant than wild. There's a decent British support cast and a great Hollywood director. Ultimately, Brontë's novel survives the Goldwyn production.