Midway through the director Lynne Ramsay’s adaptation of the Ariana Harwicz novel Die, My Love, the protagonist, a deeply unhappy new mother played by Jennifer Lawrence, crashes through a sliding glass door while the children’s song “Apples and Bananas” blares in the background. It’s a glittering, brutal moment of the film, produced by Martin Scorsese and co-starring Robert Pattinson. Set in rural France, the movie plunges viewers into the mind of a new mother who is rapidly unraveling. Harwicz was never interested in writing something appealing; instead, her focus was on liberty and violence. All the narrator wants is to break free of her stifling life, whether that’s through sex, through wallowing in misery (“I don’t like antidepression,” she says), or by smashing her body through glass. Ramsay gives Die My Love a conventionally paced narrative, losing some of the book’s frenzy. —Lily Meyer