Jennifer Lawrence delivers a striking performance as a new mother teetering on the edge of sanity, unpredictable and fierce in every moment. Directed by Scottish filmmaker Lynne Ramsay, the long-anticipated fifth feature Die My Love asks a bold question wrapped in the chaos of a mental breakdown: can an untamed woman ever be domesticated?
Ramsay subtly signals her stance early on, even as the audience remains unaware. Viewers follow Grace (Jennifer Lawrence) and her husband Jackson (Robert Pattinson) as they move into a crumbling new home and attempt to build a life together. What unfolds is chaotic and inevitable, a whirlwind that feels both shocking and destined from the start.
Die My Love emerges from the collaboration of three fearless women:
Ramsay co-wrote the adaptation with Enda Walsh and Alice Birch, crafting a film that bridges despair and beauty in equal measure.
The couple settles into the house once owned by Jackson’s late Uncle Frank. Amid its decay, he dreams aloud about recording an album, while she is encouraged to write “the great American novel.”
“The possibilities are somehow endless in this decrepit, abandoned house, which they fill with their young life, including baby Harry.”
The result is not a plea for rescue but a cathartic roar — a primal expression of rage, love, and motherhood colliding in devastating harmony.
Ramsay’s Die My Love transforms maternal despair into poetic fury, guided by Lawrence’s fearless performance and Harwicz’s blistering source material.