Definitely not going to say you're stupid, you obviously get Carruth's intent--it just didn't work for you. But here's why it worked for me:
First of all, the fact that Kris and Jeff even find each other is something of a miracle, and the Sampler looks shocked when he sees their two representative pigs interacting so much in the field. This is something we might not expect, because individually they don't have much appeal. But then I began to wonder whether they're even fully alive, and watching their tortured selves slowly work up toward feeling something for one another becomes heartbreaking and unpredictable. Even before they started to track down the Sampler I thought the mystery was heavy and intense.
Now cross this with what Carruth has said in interviews--it's a film about building identity in the presence of another. Just as the scenes with the Thief were so affecting on a human level because of the VERY interesting way that the Thief presents himself to Kris ("I was born with a disfigurement where my head is made of the same material as the sun," etc), I found the middle section of the film so bold because Kris and Jeff are doing the same thing to each other, building identity, only they do it with much less agency and understanding of what they're doing. But then Jeff gets very self conscious and aware of the brittle way he's presenting himself to Kris, and I can't help but wonder whether that awareness must always be coupled with weakness, as the Thief never seemed to be very aware of who he truly was yet has such confidence. And the Sampler knows exactly who he is, which is why he is not capable of human connection at all.
Then I felt a sense of wonder watching their relationship unfold while being interrupted by the Sampler's interactions with the pigs, and I couldn't ever tell what parts of their personalities actually belonged to them.
In short I thought it worked because of the Sampler and the Thief. We're stuck without control ourselves watching the relationship, never sure where everything belongs, and yet it all fits together in the most visceral way, forcing us to think about every detail. Something we fail to do with even our own lives.
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