Jennifer Lawrence and Robert Pattinson strive to lend authenticity to this intense drama about marriage and motherhood. Sometimes, ignorance can be a strange advantage—such as when I watched Lynne Ramsay’s “Die My Love” last week without realizing it was adapted from a novel.
Throughout the film, I felt the disappointment of watching a story that seemed to deny its protagonist, Grace (played by Jennifer Lawrence), a rich and complex inner world. Later, I read Jia Tolentino’s profile of Lawrence, which mentioned that the film was based on an Argentinean novel by Ariana Harwicz.
That book, quoted in the piece, is a first-person narrative, intimately confessional and expressively aflame.
As soon as I encountered those quoted lines, I sensed the presence of a better film hidden behind the one I had seen. It made me suspect that the emptiness in Ramsay’s adaptation stemmed from a deeper failure to translate Harwicz’s passionate inner monologue to the screen.
I might call “Die My Love” a misguided work if not for the raw portrayal of Grace’s emotional unraveling after childbirth. The film begins as Grace and her husband, Jackson (Robert Pattinson), settle into a fixer-upper in his rural hometown. The home carries a lingering sorrow—it once belonged to Jackson’s uncle Frank, who recently died by suicide.
A reflective look at how Lynne Ramsay’s “Die My Love” struggles to capture the emotional and literary intensity of Ariana Harwicz’s original novel.