Wuthering Heights, and other classics that wouldn't work if the characters were vaguely sensible

CINEMAGOERS will soon discover that Wuthering Heights could be half as long with a nice happy ending if any character had basic common sense. Also true of these: 

Snow White

Considering the Queen’s main goal in life is to kill Snow White, she does a shit job of it. The magic poisoned apple only puts her into a coma, so why not kill her permanently with a normal apple laced with cyanide? Or just brutally stab her to death? The Queen doesn’t care she’s in a Disney film.

Wuthering Heights 

Heathcliff leaves Yorkshire – good call – when he overhears Catherine telling the housekeeper it would ‘degrade’ her to marry him, missing the rather important ‘I am Heathcliff’ bit afterwards. Considering Cathy shows every sign of loving him, he really needs to check this with her. Even if only to tell her she’s a two-faced cow.

The Lord of the Rings

It’s been said, but: giant eagles. That Gandalf is mates with. Fly the ring into Mordor? Or help Frodo and Sam with an escort of characters resistant to the Ring: Gandalf, Galadriel, other hobbits, etcetera. None are strictly needed at the diversionary attack on the Black Gate. Your arsehole boss in your office job would have organised this better.

Inception

Leo and his colleagues have dream-sharing technology, so ditch the dangerous industrial espionage and develop a consumer version. It might take a few years, but if Fortnite makes billions then how much more fun would it be to play in someone’s dream? A few teenagers might forget to eat and perish, but that’s good for the gene pool.

Pride and Prejudice

Another dense misunderstanding. Elizabeth believes Wickham’s bullshit about Darcy being a bastard to him in the past. They’re serious allegations you’d want to verify, but no. And has it not occurred to Lizzie that he may just be trying to f**k her?

Death of a Salesman

Willy Loman could avoid killing himself by getting a sense of perspective. He could take a lower-paid job closer to home or stop obsessing about his son Biff being a failure. He is, after all, only 34. Samuel L Jackson, Debbie Harry, and McDonald’s founder Ray Kroc didn’t find success until after then. Chill the f**k out, Willy.

The Aeneid 

How hard is it to check a big wooden horse for Greeks? Was it not suspiciously heavy when pushed? Did it not carry the distinctive scent of a few hundred soldiers crammed into a shed? Was there no tell-tale trail of leaking urine? The ancients were half-wits, frankly, and the democracy they invented should be treated accordingly.

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Six reasons why you're so much hotter than the girls in porn, by a boyfriend who's been caught watching porn

I LOVE you, I respect you and you are standing in the doorway with your arms crossed while I close browser windows. You are so much hotter than girls in porn and here’s why:

You’re real

What men love is authenticity. Not fake bouncing bosoms on a horny slut, which I stumbled across in error. I can’t get into the fake girls in porn, which is why I was clicking through to the end. What I love are stretch marks, a bit of cellulite, that bathrobe you do the washing-up in and not having get my head around whether we’re step-siblings or not.

You have personality

A bi-curious cheerleader doesn’t tell me her thoughts. All I know about her is she gets stuck head first in a washing machine. There’s no intimacy. You, on the other hand, have opinions: about my friends being wankers, about how I load the dishwasher wrong despite there being no universally agreed doctrine on plate orientation. That’s what turns me on.

You challenge me

Porn never challenges me. It never asks questions. It never says ‘Did you just open a beer at 7pm on a Monday?’ or ‘What have you bought from eBay with £100 from the joint account?’ You challenge me intellectually, emotionally and spiritually, usually while I’m trying to watch football. That’s way sexier than any busty ebony chick.

I know your body

Men famously hate variety and find a body sexier the more they know it. Plump-lipped lithe beauties have nothing on a pair of boobies I’ve seen every night for five years. Trust me, between you and them, there’s absolutely no comparison because sometimes I get to touch yours.

You’re my age

I’m only watching 26-year-olds because they’re playing MILFs so feel closer to your age. You understand my cultural references, you like the same music, and we make the same little yelp when standing up too fast. That shared lower-back vulnerability creates a bond no algorithm can replicate.

You climax naturally

A screaming orgasm would in reality be annoying, messy and might disturb the neighbours. I love how you’re so quiet I don’t know if you’re coming or not, and I care. You’re hot because you’re you. Natural. Standing in the doorway. Waiting for me to finish explaining. Holding that sleeping bag and pointing to the settee.