There is no one who can cast a spell quite like Lynne Ramsay. Be it in a portrait of a mother reeling from the fact that her son committed a violent act or a study of the world’s loneliest mercenary who gets caught up in a conspiracy, it’s less about the “what” of the story than the manner in which she tells it. Her latest, the confined “Die, My Love’ starring Robert Pattinson and Jennifer Lawrence as a loving couple whose world begins to rapidly unravel, is no different. A film that falls again under the banner of “domestic horror” like “We Need to Talk About Kevin, “Die, My Love” is about seeing the way a small crack in the psyche can splinter outwards until everything shatters. While not always as measured as her past work and often a little rough around the edges on a technical level,...