We can all stop fretting over Margot Robbie’s long-term cinematic prospects. She finally has a bonafide star-vehicle romance/blockbuster on her resume, a smash that isn’t the epic “movie of its moment” event that was “Barbie” or a “Suicide Squad” comic book fan film.

Three weeks into its run, Robbie’s remake of that romantic warhorse “Wuthering Heights” has cleared $200 million at the international box office.

But Robbie’s reputation for bringing sex and sin and skin to movies that beg for that level of commitment aside, a serious film buff can be forgiven for dawdling about getting around to this latest “Wuthering.” There’ve been something like 30 different film versions of the tale of the girl-and-boy raised as near siblings whose adult love takes a back seat to marrying money, with the attendant frustrations of passion denied.

What’s “new” about this take? Aside from the Charlie XCX soundtrack? What more can the gloomy moors hold for us?

This might feature the hottest pairing of leads in the roles ever, with Robbie’s sex symbol of her moment status. Co-star Jacob Elordi (“Saltburn,” “Priscilla”) is properly brooding and hunky, and certainly the furriest Heathcliff the screen has ever seen.

Catherine’s “Oh, you are handsome, you brute” never seemed more redundant. Nor does her “You are a dog in a manger” description of her true love, whom she abandoned when she married well to escape her “ruined” circumstances, the dank of her family’s Wuthering Heights mansion and the alcoholic gambler father (Martin Clunes) who brought them to that state.

Actress turned Oscar-nominated “Promising Young Woman” writer, director and producer Emerald Fennell has hyped her film as “hyper-sexualized,” with a lot of the palpable longing of Emily Brontë’s heroine and hero rendered in turgid tones and panting performances.

But watching “Wuthering” as the hype fades just underscores what a tease the entire tale has been turned into. More sensual than sexual and far less sexy than it seems to take itself for, this rainswept, fog-choked “Wuthering” withers on the production-designed-to-death vine.

It is an act of kindness attributed to the dipsomaniacal Mr. Earnshaw (Clunes, TV’s “Doc Martin”) that brings the sullen, silent and beaten down young Heathcliff (Owen Cooper) to Wuthering Heights.

The struggling household, led by housekeeper/companion Nelly (Hong Chau) may grouse about the extra mouth to feed. And they know their boss’s “kindness” is a mood, one dependent on how much alcohol he’s imbibed.

But young Cathy (Charlotte Mellington) is delighted with this new “pet.” She attends to him tirelessly and are pair-bonded forever in their tweens and teens.

When years pass and Catherine is “well past spinsterhood,” their connection is tested. There’s a rich new neighbor in the mansion across the nearly-treeless moors, a Mr. Linton.

“I suppose he shall fall in love with me” the breathtaking blonde sighs. But when she can’t get a rise out of Heathcliff with that, and after one more sizing up of her dissolute dad?

“I suppose I shall have to throw myself at Mr. Linton after all!”

They marry. Heathcliff leaves, ostensibly for some final polishing into a “gentleman.” And when he returns, well-off, clean-shaven and groomed to Jane Austen’s exacting standards, it’s time to truly test the limits of their affection and the fear of “the fires” nipping at their feet from Hell as they give in to Satanic temptation.

Truth be told, as this latest “Wuthering” staggered along, failing to reach anything like new “Heights,” it wasn’t the Charlie XCX Muzak I was hearing. It was the coquettish Kate Bush singing her breathrough single inspired by this timeworn tale.

The 1978 Bush interpretation of Brontë was deep enough, although palpitating (male) critics of the day tended to cut the young Brit singer a lot of slack because she was 18, beautiful and hitting notes and striking poses like a theatrical high schoo baby doll as she sang.

That’s the tease that writer-director Fennell seems to be updating here, not so much historical Brontë as a Brontë fit for the Pornhub age. And while we can be relieved nobody went all that far here, there’s little reward in tarting up “Wuthering Heights” and then losing your nerve halfway in.

Fennell’s “Wuthering” is gloomy and gorgeous, breathlessly anxious to undress but unwilling to because that wouldn’t do for a film from the director of “Promising Young Woman/” And perhaps she also figured out that going carelessly carnal would leave her take on this story with no place to go.

Rating: R for sexual content, some violent content and profanity.

Cast Margot Robbie, Jacob Elordi, Hong Chau, Shazad Latif, Alison Oliver and Martin Clunes.

Credits: Scripted and directed by Emerald Fennell, based on the novel by Emily Brontë.

Running time: 2:16