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.
很久没看过这么安抚心灵的作品了，浪漫细腻又克制。
另外，邓家佳的身材管理也太绝了，背后得付出多少努力啊小姨妈。
被离婚的单身女人，带着两个孩子，之前没有工作经验，人生重启……这样的故事，法国人拍出就可以这样，一点都不酸楚，依然的浪漫，依然的优雅，依然的温馨，亲情爱情工作一样不缺，生活就应该是这样的！
过于原教旨，难度密度低。散文课路线不好走的，对比可见阿老师技术。
他把手伸了出来，因为他想抓住真相。
前半部分的人物出场和铺垫舞台话剧感较重，中间反转之后可看性强了很多，另一条故事线浮现之后则主题大大的加分，甚至有点动人。最难能可贵的还是针砭时弊的小细节，能看出主创团队的野心，多加一星。
正如海报上“真相几个都行，真心只有一个”，得益于主创们真心想讲好一个故事让电影充满可看性，戏中戏的设计与反转都让剧情更加耐操，万合天宜出品诸如“我叫你爸，你打我马”这些调皮台词的延续让人看到了熟悉的无厘头路线，还拿拳头和枕头调侃了下如今电影市场，喜剧与悬疑的拿捏较为通畅。而回到故事本身，看似光鲜的每个人物都有着不堪的内里，曾经是著名记者但因报道军官贪污沦为平庸编剧的李家辉；从国外归来想做功夫明星却只能当武打替身的陈小达；曾是默片皇帝此后又籍籍无名的关静年；为了开工拍出无数烂片以至到没戏接的郑千里；貌美但已过气还被前夫勒索的苏梦蝶；乃至看似有权有势实则生意破产的陆子野…他们一开始拍电影是为了名利，最终的坚持却是源自内心的善良，此时的扬名立万已经扬的是公道人心。
里面的人都很温柔很善良 已经很久没静下心看这样一部没啥剧情的片了 三星半多吧
房间停了很久的水，我已经搞不清楚眼前打开的水龙头是否正常穿过狭长的地下管道连接到过滤水池。共鸣是好的，耳目一新也是好的，相似的灵魂是镜子，其他的是拼图，它们帮助你解开心中的困惑。洗手间传来滴滴答答的声音，好像，水来了。
这不是电影吧… 不太喜欢这种话剧感太强的电影，从镜头语言到表演节奏，还有转场，制式化的感觉太强了，服化道也是全面垮塌。这次的高分评价是不太懂了。
8.0 影片给我的惊喜感多一颗⭐
我們都知道，彼此都太孤單了，我們需要從電影裡獲得安慰，這不是排解孤單，而是接納孤單。但電影內外的“我們”從來都不是相同的，每一次我們都衹是外來者，是夜旅人，是他人一瞥而過的碎片。然而我們卻能在別人的身上，看見自己的夢和想像。
三个段落的80s单亲家庭日常。看得出导演确实喜欢侯麦，但这部电影里日常的调性还是和侯麦不同，至少我不能想象甘斯布担纲侯麦的女主角。短评说得好，“肉身同在的幸福”。
非常温柔舒服的影片，宛如复古色调的私人家庭影像。身边的人来来去去，人生却一直向前走着，没有什么强求的，只是设法度过和尽力热爱。看到女主对女儿搬出去的感悟，感到伤心了。
情感真挚，叙事平缓，中间插了一些档案化的胶卷镜头很是好评。在静静流淌的塞纳河畔，希望我们都能找到心灵的皈依。
一切都淡淡的，哀伤淡淡的，激情淡淡的，美也淡淡的。女主好好看，坐在窗户那儿抽烟好美。一边给儿子准备早点也可以抽着烟（我们拍要被喷死吧？）多元审美多好。我们为什么老停在白幼？
想在巴黎如水的夜色里，做一个永不归去的旅人
把她变成死尸是保护她的最好方式，不去拍她肩膀才能让她平静地活着，因为那一笔带过的越南两船相撞是隐含的永远逃不脱的命运，冲这一点，创作者对现实的悲观态度已经很明显了。
就，都靠同行衬托吧。蛮多地方都做得挺不好的，但又没不好到糟糕的地步，属于特别闲着没事可以看看打发时间，但这在国产商业片里也就算好的了。整个体量还是更像个舞台剧，中间跳舞和武打演员试图爬通风口，都有点凑时长的味道，根本原因还是人物关系建立得过于单薄和简单。不是说封闭空间的群像戏就一定会拍得像舞台剧，而是在于导演能不能通过封闭空间里人物关系的变化进行影像调度，但这方面本片显然是很失败的。所谓的几次反转都意义不大，既没有真的推动人物关系变化，也没有带来让观众特别意料之外的真相。归根到底还是这几个人物的塑造都太单薄，甚至说句重的，卡通化。
太过于男性视角了，极度不适，最后还要矫揉造作讴歌一下作为艺术家的良心。（合着拍出这样的片子就是有良心的控诉呗）。梦蝶的台词也总是让人不适，过于做作。反正就是一起玩一个无聊的游戏，然后说一些非常正确的话。像教小孩三观似的。
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