Die My Love
Grace and Jackson capture a through line that runs through all relationships. The resenting masculine and the abandoned feminine. A wild love burns between these two and burns out! We didn’t even get to see that happen. 9 months and more disappear in a cut. Yes, a love is still there.
The love they had is a piece of coal barely glowing. Grace is that coal, yearning for her man, a touch, some fuel, some attention. Whenever Grace manages to muster up whatever flame resides in her reservoirs, Jackson is afraid of the heat. He either puts it out, runs from it or when it poses any kind of risk, he is too slow to meet it in time.
What is so depressingly real about this film is the memory of love keeping them together. I can feel the old spark ignite and burn out instantly over and over. There is no longer any life, no breath from Jackson to oxygenate the flames of his woman’s heart. His resentment outweighs his love. He doesn’t love her. Again, his speed in meeting her is desperately slow. Every time Grace wanders off, there’s a calling for her man. She needs him, that’s love. He fell out of love with her. There’s time and time over where he goes to meet her but it’s not with passion or a full heart. It’s with an extinguisher. It’s a charade of what was to manage the flame in her. He doesn’t want her to burn the house down. When he wanders off, it’s not with a yearning for her to follow, but the opposite.
This is a movie about a woman abandoned. We see it over and over, and every time there’s a catch up from Jackson’s end, it’s too late and with no heart. Grace was not crazy, she was alone. She was fully alive with no one to match her freak. Had she only a companion by her side, this beautiful looking film would have been beautifully feeling too.
Alas