Extreme body

This is one of those movies that I suspect I saw too late, because the fact of the extreme body does not convince me at all, the narrative solutions seem obvious and narrative turnings predictable, and the external eye that tells the story, since he should be the protagonist's one, rather than discouraged or disillusioned or unknowingly stray it seems to me quite pleased and itchy (and, if you're asking, no, the matter is not sex, if it ever was); this makes it difficult to remember who is the narrator, which the director overwhelmingly seems to want to replace to, and makes it difficult to maintain the point of view ideally neutral or, paradoxically, 'pure' which seems to be declared at the beginning. So, I do not feel pain, I do not feel joy, and I can't even feel the squalor of the absence of both.