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.
给男主的多一分，给剧中几个警察的努力多一分，给结局的爽快多一分！！
太无耻了，直接把新TV版连播就视为剧场版。开了眼了，一点剪辑也懒得做的贩卖IP的行为。
就算是傻了，
日本的老龄化社会需要年轻人来拯救，因此产生对年轻人经济的保护产生的集体性犯罪事件。
英雄迟暮，美人白头！ 看见连姆·尼森 日渐迟缓的动作， 莫妮卡·贝鲁奇 那僵硬的表情，深深的感觉一种沧桑感。剧情苍白，动作场面也不是很火爆。不推荐收藏了。
躺了一屋子尸体那个片段，真的很日式疯逼。猜到了结尾的反转但没想到剧情真这么走反而有点弱了，可能编剧就是单纯想看L把夜神月送进监狱吧。
所有人都是为了守护心中的【岛】，但岛却越来越远，所谓回头是岸，但也要有上岸的时间和条件才行。
确实没看下去。大叔要不憋个大招也行，要不退了也挺好，在记忆留下都是美好更好。
属实不能理解这个故事后面的反转，理由倒是有，埋线不足…有点硬凑的意思….不过人物病态扭曲的心理倒是表现的很充分，比如镇长，看着就不适
2.龙崎（L）和夜神月 加上神木隆之介 居然能和平共处？呵 怎么可能 表面而已
连姆·尼森，谢谢你今年连续两部老年特工片让我意识到特工退休已然是一个社会问题……看着老爷爷打来打去还是心疼的
作孽呀，无罪虽然不比95版的大部头，却也是纯酿了，沐浴更衣就给这个所谓的剧场版，钞能力也不是这样的吧
营救大叔终于救不动了，倒下了，把接力棒交给年轻人了
结局确实有些令人失望，全程没有推理过程，主观感受大于一切。没有最后自爆环节，想必很难结案吧。
三星给剧，一星给阵容。其实题材和背景都很好，但可惜格局没能打开
剧情比较一般，但喜欢这个三人组，L、夜神月、一十一！
连姆尼森老了能接受，但是球花老成这样有点接受不来。
从现今的眼光来看，作为动作片，单论情节并不紧张刺激精彩。故事总体叙述没毛病，没啥大的糟点，能自圆自洽，但也仅此而已。尼森暮年杀手的形象演得很到位，就是从坏人到赎罪的内心斗争历程描绘得尚有欠缺，但凭一个“不杀孩子”的原则就转变立场缺乏情感深度。
第一季总集篇，很自然地删去了最出彩的银行回，前半和后半有些割裂，失却了剧场动画应有的张弛。2020的记忆太过遥远，全新场景和重新调色已是看不出来了。还是觉得塔奇克马真可爱呢。
连姆·尼森，谢谢你今年连续两部老年特工片让我意识到特工退休已然是一个社会问题……看着老爷爷打来打去还是心疼的
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