What an achingly beautiful, melancholy animation about memory and mistakes this is. I LOST MY BODY has more honesty and imagination and wit than most films of 2019, and it does it all in about 80 minutes. We get a very AMÉLIE-esque slightly creepy meet-cute paired with a far more surreal companion story of a severed hand making its way across a city in search of its owner. Few stories have the idea of memories in relation to touch as the primary sense, but this is essential when your secondary protagonist is a hand. How the stories ultimately converge and what connects them isn’t obtuse but you do have to be taking it all in, and the journey to get there is an enthralling joy. SSP
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