The story appears simple on the surface, but is revealed, especially after multiple viewings, as more multi-layered and textured than Cassavetes at his best. Ostensibly it concerns a 14-year old Catholic girl, Wynne (Agutter) growing up in this post-modern wasteland, who develops a crush on her much older adoptive brother (Marshall)- a crush which perversely deepens and grows into infatuation once she starts to believe he is the local sex killer. This is in itself an idea that makes you sit up and jolt, but as the narrative develops, it continues not necessarily along a linear path but in several confusing and fascinating directions: the family's history, (detailed effectively in chilling flashback during an improvised seance) is a chequered one, and has suffered at least one major relocation and upheaval in the last ten years. At the crux, however, it's the depiction of socialal changes that make I Start Counting so fascinating and elevate its language far beyond the confines of the standard horror film. The major subtext- that teenage girls were maturing more quickly than before, and developing full sexual and romantic appetites (even if in thought rather than deed) but were not possessed of enough discretion to make the right choices- was a step forward for a genre in which its young females had previously been portrayed as bimbo victims (Cover Girl Killer and The Night Caller spring to mind), but not one that all viewers would necessarily agree with. But most striking of all, and possibly the most enduring image which the viewer will take away with them, is of the masterful symbolism with which director Greene invests every shot. Every inch of the Kinch family's world- their house, their walls, their TV, Agutters underwear, bedroom furniture and toys, Sutcliffe's clothes, Marshalls van, the local Catholic church, their town centre, their record shop) - is painted a bright, scintillating white- a white which, by inference, is slowly becoming smudged and corrupted with the dirt of the outside world. White also symbolises, of course, purity and innocence (two qualities Catholic schoolgirls are supposed to hold dear), and it is into this world of innocence that the ever-present red bus (a symbol of violation and penetration), conducted by the lecherous yet similarly juvenile Simon Ward, makes regular journeys. The allegory is further expanded in one scene where Agutter believes she sees the Christ figure in church weeping blood: by the time we acknowledge it, its gone, but the seed has already been planted. Rarely in a genre production has the use of colour and background been so important or effective in creating a uniformity of mood. I Start Counting is as near-perfect an end to a decade as one could hope for, and exactly the kind of film people should be making now- which is, of course, exactly why they never will. A genre essential. by D.R.
第一次看洪尚秀的电影，终于理解大众极与极的喜好评价。只能说光看画面应该是正中下怀的，特别是最后的镜头，金敏喜那种纯真笑容，全然是爱的升华。但反观台词情节的方面，则值不得推敲，碎碎念的交流难免会看得有些乏力犯困。整体好像可以在两星半到四星的区间游离评分，而当下不偏不倚的三星有余，正符合内心的感受。
关于新冠疫情之下，英国护理中心所面临的沉重压力、焦虑、无助，对年轻护理员Sarah印象深刻，想她简直是陪护的高阶范本：爱心温厚、尊重住客（不叫病人）、与之为友、竭力辅助。
第一次看洪尚秀的电影，终于理解大众极与极的喜好评价。只能说光看画面应该是正中下怀的，特别是最后的镜头，金敏喜那种纯真笑容，全然是爱的升华。但反观台词情节的方面，则值不得推敲，碎碎念的交流难免会看得有些乏力犯困。整体好像可以在两星半到四星的区间游离评分，而当下不偏不倚的三星有余，正符合内心的感受。
散步，聊天，偶遇，小说家邀请很久没出镜的女演员拍电影。
2020年2月24号，疫情最严重的时候，我曾客观地写下：
我想在海边光着身子跑来跑去等待朝阳。
听到朱迪的利物浦口音，瞬间被拉回在利物浦学习生活的那段时间，想念
结尾啾用近乎哀求的语气求警察不要把tony送回疗养院，不要毁了她来之不易的12天的努力，坐在警车上的明明是她自己，她却在担忧另一个人的人生轨迹。tony最终还是走回了疗养院阴森森的通道，一点点的被吞噬知道再也不见。影片把痴呆症和新冠捆绑在了一起，早就奠定了悲剧的结果，却也映射出了人性的光芒，就像Sarah最后在警车上轻蔑又绝望的嘶吼，我们都在自私的海洋里，我们只会把怜悯留给那些最不需要它们的人。今天是世界第28个阿尔兹海默症日，特意把这部电影留到今天来看，真的好沉重，沉重到坐在车上的啾那么像305里的V都缓解不了
兜兜转转一辈子，文艺男女从青年变老，似乎都被岁月磨去了棱角，自己也在大谈从容淡泊，可真意外聚首，骨子里那种偏执又让彼此杠上……旧友老情人怨故交，和新认识的投缘人，只靠收敛在礼仪底下蹭出的有个性台词，诠释着彼此。
小人物的命运，无论怎么抗争，都逃不过体制的力量。想起吹哨人要写保证书，想要保命逃离式隔离，却被拉回被疫情笼罩的没有人关注的角落里，告知是错误的。
三星匹配一个“还行”的生活状态 没有那么好 能过下去 有时候歇一歇 可能歇了有一阵子了 规律的散步 然后偶尔遇到一个人 没有准备的就开始拍了一部电影 喝了一场酒 偶然醉一下
看到护理中心里的老弱病残，没有任何防护装备，得不到政府的任何帮助，只能等着一个个死去，然后被摘掉房门上的姓名牌，这是英国真正的至暗时刻。
对金敏喜的推崇达到了一个崭新的高度，且没有一丝令人反感。小说家与女演员成为彼此重叠的影像，赞美对方爱上对方的同时也完成了对自我的肯定。金敏喜一人看完电影后的失神表情令人回味，她两的关系再次走向某种不确定。洪常秀总能在看似重复的母题与手法间再次表达出微妙而有趣的差异，的确厉害。
金敏喜还是小女孩啊，被爱的人会闪闪发光。你说要彩色那就拍彩色，最后一段太好磕了，好幸福。什么是浪费生命呢，她有在做自己喜欢的事情。
就事论事，不谈比较。独立的看此片还是很不错，浅景深镜头加朱迪科默片中的表演真的很打动人，简简单单感应灯的运用也是非常巧妙。不足就是结尾太生硬太传教了。
看的第一部洪常秀，本来还怕看不进去，试试却意外地对胃口。用对白串联碎片化的故事情节，用黑白铺垫最后的色彩，固定机位下的电影画面如同是小说文字的直观呈现。小说家的电影，虽然单调，但还挺浪漫的。
我的天 最后的金敏喜这是什么要留在影史的操作 伟大的爱情 这片子完全就是给金敏喜的情书 幸福的他们！
名叫援助，其实更像是这位护工对病人的扶持。有点公益广告的味道——疫情下的边缘群体，更需要社会人士身体力行地关怀，而不是口头问候。大量的大特写长镜头，像看《索尔之子》时一样焦虑。
洪常秀真是什么都不在乎了，聊天类电影的巅峰，绝对耐得住寂寞，全篇结尾才给了金敏喜特写，黑白清净，解剖与自我解剖，蛮好。
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