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.
这个故事如果你放在四年前我可能会觉得还不错
这故事也是非常适合一镜到底，代入感很强，能感受到混乱，冲突和压抑的情绪。问题吧就是你想说明啥其实不明确，只是展现这种混乱最后不了了之。
很精彩，漂亮而大胆的一镜到底，一个半小时里只讲了很小的一件事，就是圣诞节当晚一家餐厅的混乱，但是从前台到后厨，从顾客到服务
翻月红篇再看一遍
人物画风很奇怪。这个就像作者说的剧中剧吧，一整套续缘有自己的一个圈子，可以看成平行世界发生的事情（？），除了画风不对劲以外，我觉得剧情还是很能接受的。不止画风还有画质，不敢相信一部剧居然拍成这个样子。
解释了前尘往事……
月红的背景很不一般，人和妖还没有融合，主角的梦想是人妖和谐。可以展开的故事太多了，世界观恢弘，但是又很有细节，值得n刷。
开始的一镜到底晃的我分心，慢慢进入状态后感觉真是太真实了，每件事情都涌上来真是一团糟，隔着屏幕都觉得无奈至极。不光是工作，还有来自生活的重压，与圣诞节的欢快对比太讽刺，但无论如何不要酒配药，容易直接过去……
宝，我刚刚花了一个月工资给你充了一年的腾讯会员，答应我明年再来一部好吗？
只能说还行吧，但是比起前几部来说，确实没什么特点，感觉是炒冷饭，对原剧情没有任何帮助，此外没看到苏苏，感觉莫名失望
一镜到底，沉浸式感受餐厅主厨在一晚上的各种来自生活和工作的压力，故事性比较弱。
算是完善了一下中间的空缺情节吧，没有什么惊喜。
黑狐这玩意，不管五百年前还是五百年后，都是一样的讨厌！少奶奶把他们都捆起来好不好！
一镜到底，沉浸式感受餐厅主厨在一晚上的各种来自生活和工作的压力，故事性比较弱。
王权富贵挥剑斩黑狐那里太帅了，果然男人不能没有“权”呀哈哈哈哈！
比起很多珠玉在前的一镜到底，影片的调度难度相对是比较低的，单人出镜的“喘息”时间过多，几场安迪的个人秀也中断了群戏的结构和后厨乱局的能量，而且作为一部片名即剧透的电影，本片没有对主人公安迪自我毁灭的本质给到足够有效的铺垫和伏笔，开片即登场的各种外化矛盾却分散了观众对主角的注意力，部分情景的设计感过强也暴露导演的沉不住气。餐厅的前场后厨固然是个充满烟火气的战场，但很可惜本片并没有真正把这种紧张和节奏完整呈现出来
活着太难了，人生太难了。Is life always this hard, or is it just when you're a kid?— Always like this.
这画风烂炸了，剧情也水爆了，毁完了。相比较好的竹业篇来说画面的精致程度差太多，逻辑故事也相差过多，就连烘托氛围的音乐也low到爆。比上不住比下无余。不得不佩服绘梦对于古风的处理和刻画，有些怀念，但也理解。加油吧
算是当年故事的补充，有点仓促，画风不大OK。
整部片子让人感觉很匆忙，恨不得你我他一起说台词，刚开始的嘴性都对不上。
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