You never really know what Grace (Jennifer Lawrence) is thinking. When her husband Jackson (Robert Pattinson) moves them out of New York City into his childhood home in rural Montana, she takes the big change in stride. It’s a bit of a mess, with old pieces of furniture strewn about, and leaves and dust coating the floor, but she’s not opposed to a fixer upper. There’s a bit of a rat problem, but they can get a cat, she suggests. And it’s more isolated than she’s used to, but she’ll finally have the space to write, Jackson says brightly. And as the young couple happily settles into the big, rustic house, we’re treated to a montage of the two of them dancing, cleaning, and fornicating (sometimes all three at once).
But as we see Grace’s belly swell, then go back down as a baby enters their lives, something shifts. Grace and Jackson’s raucous dancing becomes frenzied, desperate, hostile. The newly tidied home turns into an explosion of dirty plates. The cat that Grace wanted never comes, with Jackson instead bringing home a small, barking dog that still needs to be trained. And Grace never really does find the time to write.
