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Saturday, November 22, 2025

Thoughts on Die My Love

    At Cinema Village in New York City, I went to see Die My Love, a 2025 psychological thriller directed by Lynne Ramsay, and co-written by Ramsay, Edna Walsh, and Alice Birch, based on the 2012 novel Die, My Love by Ariana Harwicz. The film stars Jennifer Lawrence as Grace, a young woman struggling with postpartum depression and is spiraling into psychosis, and her partner Jackson (Robert Pattinson) is often away at work and doesn't know how to cope with her when he's home.

    When Jackson's uncle dies by suicide and leaves his Montana home to him, he and Grace, who is pregnant, move there to the rural house, and have a baby boy. But Jackson is often away, and Grace is left on her own to care for their child, and is feeling lonely and bored, trying to busy herself with chores around the house. When Jackson is around, he expects Grace to be the primary caretaker, blames her for any chores not done, and randomly brings home a feral little dog, whose incessant barking combined with the baby crying is driving Grace insane inside, thanks to the excellent sound design depicting her feelings of being trapped in the house.

    Grace acts out more as she is losing a grip on reality, be it going out into the field at night to either meet up with a married lover (LaKeith Stanfield), when it's unclear if this is happening in the present time or was a past lover; tolerating patronizing talk from other mothers about getting past the hard first year of motherhood and choosing to strip off her dress to jump into the pool at a party; throwing herself through a glass door; trashing the bathroom and squirting lotion and soap all over the floor; or imagining talking to Jackson's late father Harry (Nick Nolte), who had struggled with likely dementia or Azheimer's before his death.

    Jackson is more bewildered at his wife's actions, but often cowers and doesn't know how to help. His mother, Pam (Sissy Spacek), is more sympathetic to Grace's stresses as a new mother, even if she mostly gives platitudes like telling her to take yoga to relax.

    The music needle drops are inspired, like hearing "Mickey" by Toni Basil; "Crossroads" by Cream during a car accident scene; "Little April Shower" from Bambi during a rain scene; "In Spite of Ourselves" by John Prine and Iris DeMent in a car scene where Jackson and Grace sing along to the song in a shared romantic moment; and a cover of Joy Division's "Love Will Tear Us Apart" over the ending credits.

    I liked how Ramsay's direction and focus on Grace's mental health issues made the film more intense and uncomfortable to watch, and Lawrence was great in playing a character who seems mentally far away and checked out. She loves her son, but she cannot connect with anyone else, and resents being dismissed and expected to be a happy homemaker. She had been a writer, but can't bring herself to begin writing again, and is angry at women telling her "it'll come back" when she says she hasn't been writing anymore. I could definitely relate to those feelings of depression and anger and being met with "Well, have you tried yoga? Have you tried journaling?" or toxic positivity sayings like "It'll all work out" or "You'll get past this," and feeling stymied inside while trying to be polite and calm among company.

    Despite liking her performance and the journey of the story, I didn't feel as connected with the film as a whole, I felt distant and outside of it. I didn't think it was great, but I didn't hate it either, I more thought it was decent to watch. I have liked Ramsay's other films, like Ratcatcher, Movern Callar, and You Were Never Really Here, so I do like her dark, heavy style mixed in with black comedy, but I wasn't as into this one as much.

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