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.
绝对五星，名副其实的华语年度最佳！荒诞的艺术，光怪陆离的社会变迁，《霸王别姬》的隔空对唱，模糊舞台和荧幕的扑面而来的丁达尔效应，极具个人色彩和地方特色的空灵的戏梦版的表达
本来前半部分还算是精致轻松的风格，后半部分就又往煽情的低级趣味上去了。对，亲情确实很容易感人很容易把观众弄哭，咱们能不能选个难点的level,把它拍成云淡风轻，春风化雨好不好？
虽然有点煽情但是不妨碍好笑
贾玲好棒 抢结婚证那里 结婚证被撕坏了 小斐眼里含泪的说 我这一生真的很幸福 你为什么就不相信呢 当时看的时候觉得很奇怪 后来全明白了 剧本好棒 拍的也很好 不过李焕英不管票房多少 她应该只想让贾玲健健康康 开开心心吧
好看，适合陪家人。看完以后，觉得贾玲好了不起，可以为母亲拍一部电影，纪念过去，也成就未来。
如果不是亲情打动人，不是最后一个梗，那这个电影真的没啥亮点。好笑吗？梗都像小品，强笑能笑得出来。算是导演自己给自己的一场心理救赎和安慰吧。
现在的喜剧已经不是喜剧，都是让你一会笑一会哭的，pua套路
有时候不需要太深的立意，故事流畅，人物真诚就很足够了
是我泪点太低了吗？一直哭一直哭，最后那一段哭疯了，唉我的眼泪真不值钱......本片重点不在于子欲养而亲不待，而是即使重来，依然是你。
全程没get到点，明白想要表达的东西但是感觉有点故意，没有很自然，看之前先看了网评都是好评，我觉得不至于。贾玲哭戏看得人一点也不想哭没有一点感动的感觉，喝酒的那场说下辈子做你女儿那段看得尴尬，三星只是觉得搞笑的部分还行，整部剧的高光时刻只是张小斐的那场哭戏，整部剧只get到了张小斐。
以为穿越是为了改变她的人生轨迹，竟然只是了却自己的遗憾。原来从天而降的大胖妞无论有多重，她都会毫不犹豫接住她的宝儿。裤子无论多破，她都会缝成小熊。今生母女一场，只能化作目送。以为她希望我有出息，原来她只需要我平安。以为她想换个女儿，原来她从没后悔。以为多了解她，原来还是误会了她。
“作品”这个词是自己叫的吗。。
本以为是女儿为母亲造的一场梦，却原来是母亲为女儿造的一场梦。我个人比较难get到贾玲的笑点，但是后半段一直哭到最后一张照片和字幕。妈妈也曾经是少女啊。
其实一开头假证暴露妈妈却一点都没有责怪晓玲，妈妈的自行车载着晓玲这里我就哭死了。对这种无条件的爱和信任泪点很低。
大失望，甚至不如《乘风破浪》！能把沈腾拍这么无聊的人还真少见。穿越喜剧本质上是时代和身份的错位，引发不同语境的碰撞和误解，从而制造幽默，最后再走向种种动人时刻。这个基本逻辑因节奏和时代元素老套的表达，在片中无数次断裂。继歌厅KTV后，女排、爆米花机成为新的怀旧标签被滥用，这两年已经看吐了。电视、球赛、影院、划船、演出等几乎每场戏的笑点设计都很平庸，又被拙劣的视听浪费了，以至最后的煽情完全无法达到扭转情绪击中心灵的效果。结尾转折可能是最巧思的部分，但显然没精彩到让人忍受前期漫长的无聊。我曾说过小品电影也会是种不错的路径，但影像小品可就过分了。本片有太多舞台小品的痕迹，不仅是因为从小品改编，也是因为导演跳不出小品思路。但艺术家的责任之一确是汲取自我生活的养分和疼痛并表达给世人，仅有此点值得肯定。
贾玲是有天赋的，角色选得也很绝，包括年轻和中年李焕英，还有爸爸。最令人感动的是表演的那一场戏，从来没有一部电影是两位女性在这么浪漫的镜头里，互相心里只有对方，灿烂笑容和眼中的点点星光，她们只和对方共享。
好无聊好无聊，旁边的小朋友被无聊哭了，真的难看。不知道要讲什么，笑点还都很尬，贾玲演的这个人真的好奇怪，还一直愁眉苦脸的，她煎熬，我看她也煎熬。看在沈腾的份上两星吧，张小斐也还行
很难不夸的一部电影作品，有着儿女的心愿，更有为母的满足，最后引用一句台词觉得很意义。
贾岛三观有点不太对劲，不止这一次电影里体现出来的。相信她的哭喊是发自肺腑的对母亲的思念，但电影本身的质量其实一般也是客观事实，一码归一码
没有刻意的笑点，没有刻意的煽情，淳朴自然。最后的反转锦上添花！我哭的一塌糊涂😭😭😭😭 好喜欢贾玲张小斐！我宝！
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