A ferocious, darkly intimate portrait of unraveling love, Die My Love is the electrifying new film from Lynne Ramsay (We Need to Talk About Kevin, You Were Never Really Here), returning with her signature blend of visceral intensity and emotional excavation.

Adapted from Ariana Harwicz’s incendiary novel, the film follows a young mother isolated in the countryside as marriage and motherhood begin to warp under the pressure of loneliness, desire, and creeping psychological instability. What begins as domestic disquiet escalates into something far more volatile, as passion curdles into resentment and longing turns feral. Ramsay renders this interior collapse with tactile immediacy—every glance, sound, and silence charged with barely contained fury.

Anchored by fearless performances and Ramsay’s hypnotic command of image and atmosphere, Die My Love is both a love story and an anti-love story: a raw excavation of intimacy pushed to its breaking point. Sensual, unsettling, and emotionally explosive, the film captures the thin line between devotion and destruction—and the chaos that erupts when it snaps.