I know Netflix’s The Irishman is getting all the hype now, but the streaming giant also quietly released another film, I Lost My Body (French: J’ai perdu mon corps), which could very well be one of 2019’s most disturbingly insightful films, alongside Joker of course.
The French animated film directed by Jérémy Clapin is a genuinely interesting cinematic experience that, on the surface, seems too offbeat with a narrative premise that’ll leave heads scratching. However, look beyond that and you’ll hopefully discover a melancholic meditation on the dark, subtle intricacies of human connection – of the selfish ways that sometimes underline an innocent struggle for companionship (all while being elevated by Dan Levy’s masterful soundtrack that I encourage anyone to give a listen).
I especially love the film’s ending because it kind of twists the film’s prevalent theme of connection on its head. It’s a moving revelation the protagonist realises which, at first, might seem to contradict the film’s main themes of discovering solitude in others. However, the final scene compels a different thinking in discovering your personal peace – finding solace in your own loneliness.
Pure happiness doesn’t derive from a perceived soulmate or even your physical being. You need to reconnect yourself to a primal state of being – of living freely and fervently in the twisted beauty of life’s most painful moments. Only then can you possibly unearth a transcendental sense of joy that will never perish by any external and tangible influence.
Put it simply, to truly find your soul, you need to lose your body.
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