Jennifer Lawrence delivers one of her finest performances in Lynne Ramsay’s “Die My Love,” preventing the story of a woman unraveling from collapsing into chaos.
Late in the film, Grace, portrayed by Lawrence, a young mother struggling with postpartum depression, raises a glass during a gathering celebrating her return from psychiatric care.
“Live long and die out!”
This line becomes her rebellious toast—an act of liberation and a sign she can no longer fit the image her husband, Jackson (Robert Pattinson), or society expects of her.
For viewers, Grace’s words also mirror the film itself: a contemplative slow burn that loses direction and ultimately collapses under the weight of its own ambition. Ramsay’s narrative, while visually captivating, drifts until it finally fades in a blaze of emotional turmoil.
Despite the film’s faltering structure, Lawrence’s work remains magnetic. She channels Grace’s exhaustion and raw emotion with physical intensity, capturing both the delirium of her mental state and her desperate love for her newborn son. Her physical performance—crawling, screaming, scratching, and sneering—anchors the story in palpable human vulnerability.
Though “Die My Love” falters in coherence, it survives through Lawrence’s courage and depth, her portrayal elevating a burning story into something painfully alive.
Author’s summary: Lawrence ignites “Die My Love” with emotional depth, rescuing Ramsay’s wayward narrative through grace, grit, and raw physical expression.