Lynne Ramsay doesn’t make movies; she makes scars on film. From the sensory overload of Ratcatcher to the stone-cold dread of You Were Never Really Here, she’s a filmmaker who understands that the loudest screams are usually the ones kept inside.

With Die My Love, she takes Ariana Harwicz’s accidental trilogy of domestic horror and turns it into a neon-soaked, dirt-stained Montana nightmare that feels like a spiritual successor to Possession by way of a Sam Shepard play.

Jennifer Lawrence is Grace, a woman who hasn’t just lost the plot; she’s actively burning the book, the encylocpedia and an entire library. She’s moved from New York to a dead uncle’s house in rural Montana with Jackson (Robert Pattinson). If you think this is a finding yourself in the country flick, you haven’t been paying attention. This is a house haunted not by ghosts, but by the suicide of the previous owner and the crushing weight of a newborn baby that Grace can’t seem to connect with.

Jackson is rying his best but failing miserably. He brings home a stray dog to fix a broken heart, but Grace isn’t looking for a pet. In a scene that’ll make your skin crawl, she handles the dog’s injury with a shotgun because Jackson won’t. If this makes you hate her, I doubt she cares.

Despite having a fling with a biker (LaKeith Stanfield) and throwing herself through a glass door, they still get married. What a ceremony: Grace headbutts a mirror in a bridal suite while a concierge sings to her.

The supporting cast is legendary. Nick Nolte and Sissy Spacek show up to remind us that generational trauma is the gift that keeps on giving. When Grace is finally cured and released from the asylum, she returns to a house that’s been scrubbed clean of her personality and a baby that’s been renamed after a dead man. It’s the ultimate gaslight, so why not just set the whole house ablaze and, well, run right into it?

This isn’t a fun watch, but if you love melodrama, this is for you.