“Die My Love” Is Smaller Than Life

“Die My Love” Is Smaller Than Life

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.

Author’s Summary

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.

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The New Yorker The New Yorker — 2025-11-04

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