In Lynne Ramsay's postpartum fever dream of a movie, Jennifer Lawrence gives the most complex and bleakly funny performance of her career.

Meanwhile, Focus’ The Phoenecian Scheme, the latest work of whimsy from Wes Anderson, is dryly amusing and features his usual mindblowing production design. But it doesn’t possess the broad appeal of 2014’s The Grand Budapest Hotel, which was his only narrative feature that ever registered Oscar nominations beyond the writing and crafts categories.

This year, I’m sorry to report that one of them is Lynne Ramsay’s breathlessly awaited Die My Love, a searing drama about a woman in the midst of a spectacular breakdown, which stars none other than Jennifer Lawrence,