I Lost My Body

I Lost My Body is an animated European art film if I’ve ever seen one. Is it good or bad? I’m not entirely sure, but it is very French. Literalizing the main character’s emotional disconnection by crafting the story from his disembodied hand, I Lost My Body is all about its main character’s awakening to life. There’s something to sense and muscle memory, but this presents its biographical tidbits from the perspective of the (eventually) severed hand. It’s both a fascinating and a potentially unnecessarily fussy artistic choice. Same goes with a romantic subplot that eventually leads nowhere in particular. It feels like it’s there to payoff in a bigger way than it does. The woodworking of the main character is first taken up to impress the girl, causes the accident, and then becomes the thing he finds solace and fulfillment in. It’s a confluence of the ways that life can be uncertain by comingling joy with heartache.