« Die, My Love » spins the mother of mother – Liberation

It is the story of Grace, writer and young mother, who gradually slides into madness. Speed ​​up in an old house in Montana and its surroundings, we see it acting in a more and more agitated and erratic way, leaving more and more worried and helpless her companion, Jackson, and increasingly amazed the spectator, according to the grimaces, contortions, cattle roars and verbal and physical access to it.

We will have read here or there that Die, my love, adapted from Son, my love (2012), the first novel by the writer Argentine Ariana Harwicz, deals with postpartum depression. But Lynne Ramsay’s film, which we have known since its adaptation of We need to talk about Kevin From Lionel Shriver The taste for cruelty buried in the hollow of intimate relationships, is anything but an edifying folder film. Rather, it is a freewheel in a free wheel, neo Repulsion Vaguely pantheist agitated by the upheavals of an unstable and very summary romantic who ends up in a pubard receptacle with the thunderous performance of a more marketable Jennifer Lawrence than ever in the glamorous heiress of Gena Rowlands.

Difficult also to minimize the effort of the star who gives himself thorough and impresses here and there, especially when her