“Die, My Love Warrants Respect But Joe and Jane Will Hate It“, posted on 5.17.25: “Having seen Lynne Ramsay‘s Die, My Love, I can at least pass along that while I respected what it was on about, the Debussy journos didn’t go for it.
“Much of the film is about the home-bound JLaw going increasingly crazy because the work-obsessed RPatz won’t fuck her.
“Pic is altogether too grim, too downish in a one-note sense, no plot pivots of any kind….just a downward swirl into Jennifer Lawrence‘s increasing derangement….down, down, down.
“What’s it really about? Just as Alfred Hitchcock‘s The Birds wasn’t so much a restrained horror film about malicious winged demons as an indictment of social complacency, Die, My Love isn’t so much about JLaw’s descent into self-destructive madness as a portrayal of the dull horror of doing almost nothing with your life while caring for a child…an indictment of middle-class, stay-at-home-and-burp-the-baby-while-baking-cookies momism.”