LOS ANGELES − Oh, the girls came undone, all right.
It's the morning after I invited 18 friends to rent out a private movie theater on Feb. 13, aka Galentine's Day, to watch Emerald Fennell's unhinged take on "Wuthering Heights," and I'm pretty sure everyone woke up with a Jacob Elordi hangover.
Or an actual one from all the Valentine's Day-themed specialty drinks flowing at the bar. A gin-based "Love in Bloom" or tequila-based "Strawberry Kiss" to go with our viewing experience of what was marketed as "the greatest love story of all time." Although that's up for debate to many who have also read the 1847 Gothic novel written by Emily Brontë. If you know, you know.
But on a warm Friday afternoon, during a 3:30 p.m. showing in broad daylight, to be exact, 18 women were indoors hooting, hollering, and in the same breath, too stunned to speak every time Elordi − in all of his 6-foot-5 glory − graced the big screen.
'Wuthering Heights' is scary, violent. And the best romance ever?
