Review: ‘Die My Love’ is a Primal Scream of Maternal Rage
Jennifer Lawrence stars as a new mother struggling to keep her sanity, lashing out in unpredictable ways. Scottish filmmaker Lynne Ramsay's highly anticipated fifth feature, Die My Love, explores a provocative question under the veil of a mental health crisis: Can a wild woman be tamed? While the director hints at an answer, the audience remains uncertain.
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 wild and unexpected that it feels both surprising and inevitable.
A Collaboration of Three Bold Women
Die My Love is born from the collaboration of three daring women: Jennifer Lawrence, who also produced the film; Ariana Harwicz, author of the 2012 novel Matate, amor about a young mother unraveling in rural France; and Lynne Ramsay, an artist known for her evocative imagery and crafting films that blend despair and joy.
Ramsay co-adapted the novel with Enda Walsh and Alice Birch, directing the result with Lawrence leading the cast. The movie emerges as a raw and intense expression — not a plea for help, but a powerful bellow of maternal rage.
Setting and Themes
In their new home, once occupied by Jackson's Uncle Frank who lived and died there, Jackson encourages Grace to write “the great American novel,” while he contemplates recording an album. This decaying, abandoned house becomes a space of endless possibility as they fill it with their young life, including their baby, Harry.
“Die My Love is a ragged primal scream of a film — not a cry for help, but rather, a bellow of maternal rage.”
The film challenges perceptions of motherhood, mental health, and the limits of control within relationships.
Author’s Summary
Die My Love is a gripping exploration of maternal fury and mental fragility, driven by intense performances and visionary direction.