‘Die My Love’ Trailer: Jennifer Lawrence and Lynne Ramsay Unleash a Fever Dream of Motherhood, Madness, and Desire

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Oct 6

Written By Jonathan P. Moustakas

Jennifer Lawrence returns with one of the most fearless performances of her career in Lynne Ramsay’s Die My Love, a haunting, feverish exploration of postpartum psychosis, loneliness, and the unbearable beauty of unraveling. After debuting to rapturous (and divisive) acclaim at Cannes, the long-awaited psychological drama is set to arrive in theaters November 7 from MUBI — and its first full trailer confirms what early buzz promised: this is Lawrence like we’ve never seen her before.

Adapted from Ariana Harwicz’s cult novel and co-written by Ramsay, Enda Walsh, and Alice Birch (Normal People, The Wonder), the film follows Grace, a new mother whose life in rural Montana begins to fracture under the weight of isolation and identity loss. Her husband Jackson (Robert Pattinson) tries to maintain control, but Grace’s reality splinters into surreal visions, animalistic impulses, and violent confrontations that blur the line between maternal instinct and madness. The trailer plays like a waking nightmare — part Safe, part Antichrist, with Ramsay’s signature blend of lyricism and brutality pulsating through every frame.

LaKeith Stanfield appears as a mysterious drifter who awakens something primal in Grace, while Nick Nolte and Sissy Spacek co-star as Jackson’s watchful, quietly terrified parents. But the film belongs entirely to Lawrence, whose physical, unrestrained performance has already drawn comparisons to Gena Rowlands in A Woman Under the Influence. Cinematographer Seamus McGarvey (Atonement, Nocturnal Animals) captures her breakdown with dizzying intimacy — the camera sweats, bleeds, and breathes alongside her, evoking a sense of confinement so visceral it borders on horror.

Early critics have called Die My Love “a two-hour panic attack rendered in poetry.” Ramsay’s direction, as ever, finds beauty in discomfort — flies swarm, sweat drips, and the lush Montana wilderness becomes a hallucinatory prison. For all its chaos, the film’s core is devastatingly human: the story of a woman trying to remember who she is after losing herself to motherhood.