What if a dismembered hand felt more alive than a living person? In a cramped Parisian studio, a young man named Naoufel leans over a cassette recorder, capturing the sound of falling snow. This quiet, tactile moment is the very soul of Jérémy Clapin’s animated masterpiece, "I Lost My Body." It’s a film where a severed hand becomes a protagonist, and a performance begins not with an actor, but ...
