Die My Love – A Fever Dream of Motherhood in Flames

★★★★½

Let’s be clear: Die My Love is not a movie about postpartum depression. That label is too tidy, too clinical for the feral, hallucinatory nightmare Lynne Ramsay has unleashed. This is a film about the violent erasure of self. It is about a woman burning down her own life just to see if she can still feel the heat.

Jennifer Lawrence is not "acting" here; she is molting. As Grace, she is earthy, raw, and terrifyingly unhinged. She moves through her rural Montana prison with a frantic, caged-animal energy that is mesmerizing to watch and deeply uncomfortable to witness. Ramsay strips away the movie-star gloss we’re used to seeing on Lawrence, leaving behind something jagged and exposed. There are moments—like when she’s raging at the relentless, maddening barking of the family dog, or the brutally comic scene where she demands sex from her husband in a desperate bid for connection—where you see a performance so stripped of vanity it feels like an intrusion.

And then there’s Robert Pattinson. If Lawrence is the wildfire, Pattinson is the dry timber waiting to catch. He plays Jackson not as a villain, but as a man profoundly out of his depth—a "man-child" clinging to normalcy while his wife disintegrates. Their chemistry is electric, shifting from suffocating intimacy to venomous verbal combat in the blink of an eye. You believe their history, their exhausted lust, and the tragic inevitability of their collision.

Ramsay’s direction, paired with Seamus McGarvey’s claustrophobic 4:3 cinematography, transforms the farmhouse into a psychological horror show. The use of Ektachrome film stock gives everything a bruised, surreal quality, while the sound design—that incessant barking, the amplified domestic noises—drills straight into your nervous system.

Is it difficult to watch? Absolutely. Is it "fun"? Not in the traditional sense. But it is a singular, uncompromising vision of a woman screaming into the void until the void screams back.

The Verdict: A career-best for Lawrence and a masterful return for Ramsay. Die My Love is a jagged pill of a film—bitter, hard to swallow, and completely unforgettable.

Rating: 9/10 – A brutal, beautiful masterpiece.