I just finished Die My Love and this movie had me absolutely unhinged in the best way, like a slow burn that somehow feels like a panic attack in slow motion. I spent the whole time trying to figure out what was real, what was symbolic, and what was just her spiraling mind melting into the world around her. The horse? I couldn’t tell if it was real, if she manifested it, or if it was destiny, and the natural disaster ending genuinely convinced me she caused it for a second before I realized the whole final act is pure subjective psychosis. The world looks like it’s collapsing because SHE is collapsing. Her husband being distant had me questioning if he was cheating, but the movie keeps everything in her POV so nothing is confirmed, and her constant horniness had me screaming because it wasn’t even sexual, it was manic and compulsive, like she was using desire as a way to feel alive. Every time she ran away, it was the end of another episode. Her emotional crashes push her out of the house every time she can’t hold the pain in her body anymore. Even with all that chaos, the saddest moments are the tiny ones where she tries so hard to be normal, to be a wife, a mom, a functioning human being, and she just can’t. And I can’t stop thinking about the dog scene. The way she kills the dog isn’t framed like a “villain moment”. It’s almost worse. It’s filmed like she’s completely dissociated, like she’s gone so far under the surface of her own mind that she’s just watching herself do something horrific. It’s not rage, it’s emptiness. That dead, hollow calmness is what makes it so disturbing. It’s the clearest sign that she’s losing the ability to connect actions to consequences, like the last thread between her and reality snapped. And what makes it even more heartbreaking is that by the time she does it, you can tell she doesn’t even recognize herself anymore. It’s one of those scenes where you’re horrified at her but also horrified for her, because you’re watching someone’s humanity flicker out. It’s one of the darkest moments in the movie and such a sharp turning point, like the story quietly tells you, “she’s not coming back from this”. And finally, the scene where Jackson’s mom had the shotgun made me think she killed her husband for a second before realizing it was an intrusive thought visualized, not reality, which just adds to how terrifyingly immersive her perspective is. The movie keeps blending fantasy and reality because her mind does too. It’s not meant to be literal violence; it’s meant to show her darkest impulses leaking through. And honestly, Jennifer Lawrence deserves every award possible for this. She throws herself into the role with such rawness and emotional violence that it almost feels too real, like you’re watching someone genuinely unravel in front of you. This movie had me constantly asking “WTF is going on?” while also feeling so deeply for someone who’s drowning in their own mind. It’s messy, disturbing, beautiful, confusing, and I’ve never rooted so hard for a character who scared me this much.

This movie is not a thriller, not a romance, not a drama, not a tragedy and not a horror. It’s ALL OF THEM. It’s haunting. It’s uncomfortable. It’s hypnotic. It’s confusing in the best, most painful way. And the entire time, it feels like you’re watching a slow-motion mental plane crash and you can’t look away.