Movie review: Lynne Ramsay’s 'Die My Love' a primal scream of maternal rage

Movie Review: Lynne Ramsay’s Die My Love a Primal Scream of Maternal Rage

Scottish filmmaker Lynne Ramsay’s long-awaited fifth feature, Die My Love, explores a provocative question beneath the surface of a mental health crisis: can a wild woman be tamed? Early on, Ramsay hints at her answer, though the audience only gradually understands it.

The story follows a young couple, Grace (Jennifer Lawrence) and Jackson (Robert Pattinson), as they move into a new home and begin their life together. What unfolds is so raw and unpredictable that the film’s ending feels both inevitable and shocking.

A Collaboration of Bold Women

Die My Love is the product of a collaboration between three daring women: Jennifer Lawrence, who stars and produces; writer Ariana Harwicz, whose 2012 novel about a young mother unraveling in rural France inspired the story; and Ramsay, a visionary filmmaker known for creating intensely evocative imagery. Ramsay co-adapted the novel with Enda Walsh and Alice Birch, directing Lawrence in the lead role.

A Primal Expression of Maternal Rage

The film stands as a ragged, primal scream—not a plea for help, but a fierce bellow of maternal rage.

“Die My Love” is a ragged primal scream of a film — not a cry for help, but rather, a bellow of maternal rage.

The Setting and Possibilities

Grace and Jackson settle into the house where Jackson’s Uncle Frank lived and died. Jackson suggests Grace might write “the Great American Novel,” while he could record an album. Despite the house’s decrepit and abandoned state, it becomes a space filled with the promise of their young life together, including their baby Harry.

Die My Love powerfully captures the fierce and tumultuous emotions of motherhood through bold storytelling and haunting visuals.

The Spokesman-Review — 2025-11-07