Late in Lynne Ramsay’s “Die My Love” — the latest film to mystifyingly leave out a much-needed comma from its title — Jennifer Lawrence’s Grace, a young mother in the throes of post-partum depression, raises a glass. “Live long and die out!” Grace proclaims to a party of onlookers celebrating her return from inpatient psychiatric care. For Grace, this is a declaration of her independence, an admission that she can no longer be the picture of the woman that her husband, Jackson (Robert Pattinson), and the world need her to be. But for the audience, those sentiments more accurately reflect Ramsay’s film, a slow burn that exhausts its welcome and dies in a blaze after losing its grip on a meandering narrative.

The thing about fire, however, is that once it starts to burn, it spreads quickly.

See Full Page