India, Jan. 25 -- Only Lynne Ramsay could inject so much angst, fury and passion into the untranslatable pain of not being seen. Her cinema is so alive and so sensory, from Ratcatcher to You Were Never Really Here, and in her latest offering, she adapts Ariana Harwicz's novel to blistering effect. It is irksome that the film has been pocketed as a study of postpartum depression, when it is about so much more. Co-written with Enda Walsh and Alice Birch, it is often a discomfiting watch, but Ramsay wants you to stay till the very end. She wants you to extend your empathy with a woman who won't listen, agree or look you in the eye. It exists from her point of view. (Also read: Interview | Jennifer Lawrence knew she wanted to do Die My Love f...