Jennifer Lawrence returns to the big screen with a powerhouse performance in Die My Love, a dark, surreal folk-horror that tears into the brutal truths of motherhood.
The Hunger Games star delivers one of her most fearless roles to date, capturing the chaos, exhaustion, and rage that often hide behind the idyllic image of new motherhood.
“Babies are hard. I don’t think people talk about that enough,” a well-meaning woman chirps at Grace (Lawrence) during a party.
Grace’s sharp response lands like a punch: “It’s all anybody talks about.” That exchange sets the tone for Lynne Ramsay’s latest film, raw, defiant, and disturbingly honest.
Jennifer Lawrence Transforms as Grace
Set in rural Montana, Die My Love follows Grace and her husband Jackson (Robert Pattinson) as they move into a rundown farmhouse once owned by Jackson’s late uncle.
The isolation is suffocating, and the silence becomes unbearable. Grace, a struggling writer, begins to lose her grip on reality, slipping between lust, fury, and hallucination.
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Jackson, meanwhile, turns into the stereotypical disengaged dad, beer in hand, moaning about the mess. But Die My Love doesn’t settle for clichés. Grace isn’t just tired or sad; she’s unravelling in ways that are both frightening and darkly comic.
Lawrence throws herself into the role with complete abandon, animalistic, erratic, yet heartbreakingly human. She’s both the victim and the threat. Her portrayal makes Grace’s descent feel tragically inevitable rather than insane.
“I have no problem attaching to my son; he’s perfect,” Grace insists. “It’s everything else that’s f*ed.”
Lynne Ramsay’s Raw Direction and Visual Fury
Directed by Lynne Ramsay (We Need to Talk About Kevin), the film adapts Ariana Harwicz’s 2012 novella into something both intimate and horrifying.
Ramsay’s style is unapologetically chaotic, a sensory overload of rural decay, blurred memories, and physical exhaustion.
Cinematographer Seamus McGarvey paints Montana as both vast and claustrophobic, towering forests giving way to suffocating kitchens.
One striking scene shows Grace attempting to write, only for her breast milk to drip onto the page, blending with the ink, a startling metaphor for creation, destruction, and loss of self.
The film dances between reality and delusion, never allowing the audience to feel settled. Ramsay’s approach mirrors Grace’s mental state, a mind that refuses to be still.
A Haunting Exploration
Die My Love doesn’t offer closure. It doesn’t soothe. Like the upcoming If I Had Legs I’d Kick You starring Rose Byrne, Ramsay’s film stares maternal rage in the face and refuses to look away.
Jennifer Lawrence’s performance elevates the film beyond its chaos. Her Grace is uncomfortable to watch, but that’s precisely the point. The film isn’t about healing; it’s about survival, about the fury and isolation of womanhood stripped bare.
Die My Love may divide audiences, too odd for mainstream taste, too honest for comfort. But for those who’ve faced the messy, haunting side of motherhood, it will resonate deeply.
This isn’t a story of redemption. It’s a scream, and Jennifer Lawrence makes sure it’s heard.
