Jennifer Lawrence puts in a bravura performance as a woman in the throes of postpartum depression-then-psychosis in Die My Love, something exacerbated by her husband (Robert Pattinson)'s neglect, as the mental illness becomes more and more repellent to him (not an excuse, but still a reason). Sissy Spacek is also great as her mother-in-law who is also going through a change that leads to depression. Relatable to me on both ends, as I feel like I've dated this witty, but volatile, lady AND her being stuck in a house alone with terminal boredom and sensitivity to noise pushed ALL my damn buttons. Some beautiful cinematography, acerbic dark comedy, and oblique editing that makes you wonder what's real exactly are elements that don't always play nice with one another, but in a way, this a movie that, like its wounded heroine, refuses to play nice.

Die My Love delivers a stunning performance that pulls you into its disorientation and leaves you partly stranded there. A film that doesn’t just show detachment, it shares it.