HEIGHTS AND HULCHUL
NOVEL
Wuthering heights
WUTHERING HEIGHTS
*Ellis BEll
*Romanticism
movie
HULCHUL(1951)
Hulchul
ABOUT THE MOVIE
ABOUT THE MOVIE
* Its an Indian film of an adaptation of The Wuthering Heights.
* based on action and drama with love as a central part
* directed by S.K. Ojha.
* Hulchul was written by Hasrat Jaipuri.
Catherine and Heathcliff's love story : backbone of Wuthering Heights
Primary Text analysis
Theme : Social class disturbances
Heathcliff's existence revolves around vengeance, and it motivates most of the decisions he takes later in the story.
A classic novel of the Victorian era
“He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”
comparative analysis
ANALYSIS
life got in the way of their happy ever after
Indian adaptation also has various other elements to show the culture in which the story has been placed into.
Asha and Kishore
CATHERINE AND HEATHCLIFF
But attend dance performances and carnivals together.
In the new setting, the characters don't go to the moors for their leisure time
Differences
Another aspect that was different in the movie when compared to the novel is that Kishore held no hatred for the character that married Asha.
In the novel, Catherine dies first and Heathcliff is haunted by her soul. But Kishore dies in the last few scenes of the movie
Differences
she tears up the curtain which is symbolic of tearing down all sorts of obstacles that came in the way
Symbols
"I believe — I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always — take any form — drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!”
Speech
What were
the use of my creation, if I were entirely contained here?
My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff’s miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning: my
great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and
HE remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn
to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. My love
for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change
it, I’m well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for
Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of
little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I AM Heathcliff!
He’s always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more
than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being. So don’t talk of our separation again: it is impracticable;