Jennifer Lawrence delivers one of her strongest performances in Lynne Ramsay’s Die My Love, a film that teeters between brilliance and collapse. Her role as Grace, a young mother battling post-partum depression, grounds the movie even as its narrative begins to unravel.
Late in the film, after returning from psychiatric care, Grace raises her glass and toasts the crowd with defiance:
“Live long and die out!”
For Grace, it’s an act of liberation — a rejection of the idealized image her husband, Jackson (Robert Pattinson), and society expect her to maintain. Yet for the audience, the phrase feels like an apt reflection of the movie itself: ambitious, intense, but ultimately overextended.
The film burns slowly, its tension spreading like flames once ignited. Fortunately, this gives viewers time to witness Lawrence’s fierce and layered portrayal. Her physicality energizes every frame, capturing Grace’s descent with raw humanity. As she howls, clenches, and shatters, Lawrence sustains a poignant equilibrium between madness and maternal devotion.
Lawrence’s performance elevates Die My Love beyond its uneven story, transforming a fractured psychological drama into a haunting, human spectacle.
Author’s resume: A sharp critique of Ramsay’s imperfect yet gripping film, where Jennifer Lawrence’s raw power rescues emotion from chaos.