Die My Love

 I went to see Lynne Ramsey's Die My Love yesterday.    It is beyond superlatives.  I loved it, full on, exhausting, Jennifer Lawrence at her most exceedingly best.  

I know mental illness from living with a schizophrenic.  It is full on.  It is unbearable, it is draining, frightening and horrible.  (Don't worry, he is gone now).  All mental illness at its true state of mental illness (not the "oh, I feel depressed today sweetie and I can't go to work') is horrific for all concerned particularly for those in immediate proximity like the loved one to the mentally ill person.  In the film Jennifer Lawrence is mentally ill verging on madness with post partum depression.   All mental illness is horrible horrible horrible. 

It is more than I can do to write and do justice to this movie.  I loved it, I loved the choice of music, I love the full-on-ness and I was fixated and happy but drained.  I wouldn't want to go again - I often go again to movies that I like but no, not this one, I don't think so anyway on the morning after.  I stayed until the last credit because I didn't feel like moving from my seat too quickly.