Die My Love review: Jennifer Lawrence delivers a powerful performance in Lynne Ramsay’s intense drama
Lynne Ramsay returns with a raw, animalistic exploration of motherhood in Die My Love, featuring Jennifer Lawrence and Robert Pattinson. The film brims with a feral energy from the very beginning, as the young, deeply in-love couple Grace and Jackson creep through tall grass like predators on the hunt.
Based on Ariana Harwicz’s 2012 novel, Ramsay’s adaptation reveals two characters driven by intense hunger — for love, for sex, and for a new start. After moving to Jackson’s uncle’s dilapidated, isolated house, their desire for life to begin feels urgent and desperate.
When they have a baby, Grace’s world shrinks to primal survival: feeding, changing nappies, and sleeping. Her dreams of writing a novel, and Jackson’s hopes to make an album, quickly fade. Instead, Grace’s mental state deteriorates as her raw instincts take control.
- She dances in her underwear
- She prowls the house wielding a knife
- She masturbates to fill the emptiness
The wide-open spaces of their home, captured by Ramsay in a tight, claustrophobic Academy ratio, feel more like a prison than freedom.
Lynne Ramsay reaffirms herself as one of our foremost observers of humanity.
Jennifer Lawrence gives one of her finest performances, embodying a woman trapped by both physical and psychological confinement.
Author’s summary: Lynne Ramsay’s Die My Love delivers a haunting, primal portrait of love and psychological unraveling, elevated by Jennifer Lawrence’s intense portrayal of motherhood’s grip.