Scottish director Lynne Ramsay's (WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT KEVIN, YOU WERE NEVER REALLY HERE) intense psychological drama DIE MY LOVE offers a blistering depiction of a woman engulfed by love and madness.

In one of 2025's most talked about performances, Jennifer Lawrence is Grace, a writer and young mother, who is slowly slipping and spiraling into the troubling mental abyss of post-partum psychosis. Locked away in an old house in and around Montana, we see her grow increasingly agitated and erratic, leaving her companion, Jackson, increasingly worried and helpless. With Robert Pattinson.

"Lynne Ramsay’s raw and animalistic character study proves to be the perfect vehicle for Jennifer Lawrence. She’s never been better as a woman on the verge of a nervous breakdown." (Empire Magazine)

"Jennifer Lawrence is superb at exemplifying Grace’s confusion. She alternates fluidly between domestic tranquility and feral rage, often in the same scene. Even as Grace’s grasp on reality seems to slip, her turbulence comes off as entirely natural." (The Atlantic)

"[Executive Producer] Martin Scorsese, it’s reported, was convinced that no other actor could do justice to the complex character. He may well be correct: Lawrence is thrillingly uninhibited and physically impulsive." (Observer UK)

"[Jennifer] Lawrence gives a performance to die for in a devastating tragicomedy about postpartum depression that drives away her husband (Robert Pattinson). Scottish director Lynne Ramsey doesn’t know from comfort zones and she may push you too far. Let her push." (The Travers Take)

Monday, December 15
Doors 9:00 pm | Movie 9:20 pm *Start time subject to change. Please arrive on time.

DIE MY LOVE (Lynne Ramsay, 2025 / 119 mins / 14A) In a forgotten patch of countryside, a woman is battling her demons: embracing exclusion yet wanting to belong, craving freedom whilst feeling trapped, yearning for family life but wanting to burn the entire house down. Given surprising leeway by her family for her increasingly erratic behavior, she nevertheless feels ever more stifled and repressed. Motherhood, womanhood, the banality of love, the terrors of desire, the brutality of another person carrying your heart forever.