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.
思想解放
求中年男演员放过熟女题材，拿三个女主饭桌那段当宣传噱头，结果把观众骗进电影看中年男人的幻想？演员不错，剧本不错，镜头也不错，但是视角不对。这两年我们已经透过太多救世主（性别男）的眼睛去看中年女性的狼狈和得过且过了。导演以为女性观众看到的是第二春是新曙光吗？不，我们只能更加看清罩住女人的那层玻璃罩子。
很明显是过誉了，完全看不进去，几个笑点挺好笑，但是融入不进去。作为曾经的文艺青年，如今的已婚世俗中年，和媳妇俩人都觉得这片好奇怪，不知道好在哪里
本来就是个看起来很舒服的中老年爱情轻喜剧，非要学别人上什么女性意识觉醒的价值。所谓的女性意识就是两句对话剧的表面批判，就是雌竟的女人们最终成为了朋友，就是独立帅气的女孩子喜欢上阴柔气息的男孩子，对不起，我们看不上那种妈宝幼稚男。
不一样的地方是两性关系的设定不再刻板狗血，反而都是活生生有自己想法的独立人格人，每个年龄段都是。
上海人的群戏，真洋气，听着上海话也感觉挺舒服，完全没有了当年宿舍听台州话要躲出去的冲动。放松、自在、讨好自己、不疾不徐，这是中年历尽沧桑却又对生活充满希望和憧憬该有的样子。
与其说是爱情片，其实更像喜剧小品。立足于真实存在的具体城市切面进行创作，以及见缝插针的台词/潜台词，这些都是近些年国产商业片的稀罕东西。到后半段导演的笔力明显不够，显得有点松垮，结果高潮位变成依靠配角的独白完成的。作为新人长片首作而言相当可以，若能少几段自我指涉式的吐槽，以及配乐的数量、品味更成体系，或能风味更佳
前两年碰到个上海人不喜欢讲上海话，因为太娘，现在的中国年轻导演都不会起名字么，直接照搬还损人一嘴，看啥费里尼 ，凑一桌打麻将不好么，选歌品味稀烂，明明说方言却有种真空感，
一部属于上海人，属于年轻范的电影，不是我的style；一部属于了解法国幽默，了解费里尼，了解本国乳化的电影，不在我的理解范围；我的状态和电影最后一模一样，困，无聊，不知道看它的意义以及带给我的感觉.but 很女权，徐峥代表男导演的道歉
我！真！的！太！喜！欢！了！
7分，对应《包宝宝》，其实很多话题还是延续或者说是延伸的。控制欲的母亲与渴望寻找自己的子女，相对没什么存在感的父亲，也算是从短片到长片的又一次阐释吧。对应影片的2002年，也刚好是导演13岁的时候，或者，在这部电影里，她也融入了很多自己的生命体验。同时，即便影片自己就否认了月经这件事，但这个设定，包括英文片名，其实都是一种暗示吧，当然，也可以延伸为对成长的暗示。Y2K的年代感，倒是带出不少回忆。此外，有人看到巴斯光年么
其实你跟你姥你姨儿搁堆儿加一块都比不上你妈万分之一熊，你那点少女怀春小叛逆不过是在洪荒熊力面前洒洒水啦🥲
其实说有多好，并没有那么好，但它带来的那种轻松流畅同时平淡又幽默的感觉在国产电影里是如此稀缺以至于很难讲不好。上海的生活真的很特别，即使拍得如此纽约布鲁克林也毫不违和，但最终的生活的真谛还是上海的。中年女性有这样多样的设定也很难得，还是女导演行啊！就是能不能找个稍微帅点的男的演这种trophy式上海爷叔，比如宁理，徐峥去修鞋（不是
放映厅和电影里的欢笑声交织在一起，竟让我无法分辨
最喜欢皮匠。大隐隐于市的哲人。在咖啡馆和古典音乐边上修鞋。演技真好！
法租尬神话。老实讲没啥大感觉，反思了一下，我想主要还是因为内环里厢呒拨房子个关系，要么下辈子争取投胎辣康平路再看看较。IMHO几个主演里厢好像只有野芒个上海闲话讲得比较正，其他人多多少少侪有眼背台词个搭僵感（both演出郞and发音郞）。PS最后小鲜肉个朋友圈里好像露出来半本《爱说教个男人》，大概也算是只彩蛋了？
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我这么打个比方吧——很多城市都有黑咖啡，但是上海那种“吃清咖”的滋味，和别的地方都不一样。这种电影的存在，说明了敏锐和趣味的有效。因为敏锐，电影得以独立在女性题材的某种怪圈之外；因为趣味，电影对一些日常困境都显得平和，有理解力。
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