Unlike many snobbish film 'aficionados,' I don't necessarily find Lynn Ramsey's movies fascinating. At least not solely based on her name being attached to them. And every argument can be made that her latest piece, Die My Love, works mostly because of Jennifer Lawrence's fearless performance.
Lawrence plays a bored, lonely wife, Grace, to Jackson (Robert Pattinson). She lives in an isolated house in the middle of nowhere countryside, taking care of her infant boy, while her husband works for extended periods away from home. Suffering with a major case of writer's block, she's haunted by a mysterious motorcycle rider, sporting a dark, concealing helmet; she also crawls, either inside her house or in the lush outdoor fields, a few too many times, either playfully or out of sheer madness - a product of sexually unfulfilling solitude.
As a story, Die My Love offers little in form of a riveting narrative. But just as Lawrence saved the otherwise unwatchable No Hard Feelings a few years back, here she also inserts herself, body and soul, into Grace's despair. This is not a movie many will say claim to want to see again, but as a vehicle for its uber-talented star, Lawrence's portrayal is up there, along with other notoriously tormented wives (Gena Rowlands and Isabelle Adjani come to mind) of the big screen.
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