Love, madness, love, and more madness.
Jennifer Lawrence is here with one of the boldest performances of the year in “Die My Love,” directed by Lynne Ramsay. The Oscar-winning actress stars as Grace, a mother living in Montana who begins to show signs of postpartum psychosis, her mental distress unraveling her relationship with Jackson (Robert Pattinson). Written by Ramsay with Enda Walsh and Alice Birch, the 2025 Cannes Film Festival premiere finally hits theaters November 7 courtesy of Mubi. Watch the trailer below.
LaKeith Stanfield co-stars in the film as an alluring stranger who attracts Grace, while Nick Nolte and Sissy Spacek play Pattinson’s parents. The official synopsis for the film is slightly more hope-tinged than what you get from seeing the movie, which resembles something between a dark comedy and a psychological horror film: “A hopeful young and loving couple (Grace and Jackson) move from New York to an inherited house in the country. Grace tries to find her Identity with a new baby in the isolated environment. Yet as she begins to unravel, it’s not in weakness but imagination, strength and a stunning untamed vivacity that she discovers herself anew.”
“Die My Love” has curiously not been at the fall festivals this season, coming into theatrical play and eventual Mubi streaming straight from Cannes instead. There was chatter that recuts were happening post-Cannes, but the unchanged running time suggests those edits are imperceptible.
More on the film from our review: “‘Die My Love’ is a two-hour cinematic miasma of what it’s like to be in postpartum depression hell and possessed by a sexual appetite that could never possibly be quenched by even someone as hot as Robert Pattinson. As such, it will be a tough sell for even Lawrence’s most ardent fans. The story offers little to hook us onto other than Grace’s constant flailing through psychosis, visually realized by cinematographer Seamus McGarvey with the feeling of a bad dream you wake up from in a heated, unforgiving sweat. The atmosphere of this fugue-state-turned-panic-attack of a film is never not intoxicating. As Grace spins out in a hothouse countryside beset by ever-buzzing flies — inescapable swelter and tall grass abound — you can all but feel the ticks and Lyme disease consuming you.”