Die My Love Review: I went into Die My Love thinking I was ready for another Jennifer Lawrence “intense woman losing her mind” movie. I wasn’t ready. Not for this.
Directed by Lynne Ramsay, this thing feels less like a story and more like being locked in someone else’s nervous breakdown. It’s claustrophobic, sweaty, and deeply uncomfortable, and I mean that as both a compliment and a warning.
My Rating: 3.0/5
| Movie Title | Die My Love |
|---|---|
| Release Year | 2025 |
| Genre | Psychological Drama / Thriller |
| Director | Lynne Ramsay |
| Writers | Lynne Ramsay, adapted from Ariana Harwicz’s novel Die, My Love |
| Cast | Jennifer Lawrence, Robert Pattinson, Olivia Colman (cameo) |
| Runtime | 1h 59m |
| Language | English |
The Setup
The film follows Grace (Jennifer Lawrence), a young writer and mother who moves with her partner Jackson (Robert Pattinson) to a creaky, half-rotten house somewhere in Montana. The book it’s based on was apparently about postpartum depression, but Ramsay twists it into something messier: a study of a woman who’s just… slipping.
From the first ten minutes, you know this isn’t going to be a “mental illness awareness” kind of movie. It’s raw. There’s barely any dialogue. You just watch her unravel.
The Moment It Got Me
There’s one scene, maybe 40 minutes in, where Grace tries to board up a broken window during a storm. It’s a single shot, no cuts. She’s hammering nails into the frame while rain keeps blowing in, and she’s crying, but she’s not even sure why. By the end of the scene, she’s screaming at the nail like it personally betrayed her.
It’s horrifying and somehow beautiful. You can see her sanity cracking, one nail at a time.
That’s when I stopped breathing normally.
The guy sitting two seats away actually muttered “Jesus Christ” under his breath. I wanted to say the same thing.
Jennifer Lawrence — Unfiltered and Almost Scary
I’ve seen Lawrence give good performances before, but this one is on another level. She doesn’t perform madness, she just is it. Her body language changes every 15 minutes, slouched, tight, then suddenly full of energy like she’s been shocked.
There’s a sex scene early on that’s not sexy at all; it feels like watching two people trying to remember what intimacy is supposed to look like. It’s animalistic and kind of disturbing. You get the sense that whatever love these two had is long gone, replaced by instinct and routine.
Robert Pattinson is the quiet bomb in this movie. He barely talks, and that silence becomes its own kind of violence. There’s a dinner scene where Grace is falling apart, and he just sits there, eating, pretending not to notice. It’s unbearable to watch.
How It Feels (Not How It Looks)
The cinematography is beautiful, sure, all cold grays and narrow frames, but it’s not beautiful in a comforting way. It’s like Ramsay wants you to feel trapped in that house with them. You keep waiting for some release, but it never comes.
It’s funny, people call this a “psychological thriller,” but to me, it played more like The Yellow Wallpaper meets Marriage Story directed by someone having a nervous breakdown.
About halfway through, there’s a jump scare, the only one in the film, and everyone in my theater yelped. Not because of what happened, but because we were already so tense that anything would’ve done it.
What I Loved
- The acting. Jennifer Lawrence doesn’t act in this movie; she endures it.
- The physical storytelling, every twitch, every breath, says more than any line of dialogue.
- The realism of her breakdown. It’s not “movie crazy.” It’s the kind of slow, ugly spiral that feels too familiar if you’ve ever watched someone lose themselves.
What Drove Me Nuts
- The pacing. Some scenes go on forever, and others end just as they’re getting interesting.
- The timeline jumps are confusing, like someone shuffled the film reels mid-edit.
- The ending just… stops. No resolution, no catharsis. You just sit there, emotionally wrecked, wondering if you missed something.
But maybe that’s the point. Maybe there isn’t closure.
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The Theater Experience
When the credits rolled, nobody clapped. Nobody even moved for a minute. The woman next to me wiped her eyes and whispered, “I don’t think I liked that,” and her boyfriend just nodded, staring straight ahead.
I didn’t “like” it either, but I couldn’t look away.
Walking out into the parking lot, I swear the air felt heavier. I don’t know if I’d ever watch it again, but I’ll think about it for a long time.
Final Thoughts
Die My Love isn’t trying to be likable. It’s not even trying to be coherent. It’s an emotional exorcism, and depending on who you are, it’ll either wreck you or bore you to tears.
I respect the hell out of it, but I can’t say I “enjoyed” it.
My Rating: 7/10
Brilliant performances. Haunting direction. Too long, too heavy, too real.
The Good and the Bad
| What Worked | What Didn’t |
|---|---|
| Jennifer Lawrence’s fearless, gut-level performance | Disjointed pacing and confusing structure |
| Physical acting tells the story better than the script | Emotionally exhausting — not for everyone |
| Beautiful yet suffocating cinematography | Ending feels abrupt, unresolved |
| Raw, realistic portrayal of mental collapse | Tries to be profound, sometimes just feels painful |
Verdict
You don’t watch Die My Love, you survive it.
It’s a slow-motion car crash of emotion, obsession, and mental illness. If that sounds like your thing, go for it.
If not… maybe skip this one and protect your sanity.
