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.
学校点映，形式大于内容，制作粗糙，舞台既视感无比强烈，血色的雨还不错
虽然知道应该不会有，但是担心担心担心
后半小时睡着了 我不懂艺术 不懂诗电影 我只觉得画面太暗 配音不伦不类 剧情一整个稀碎 // 两星给镜头 太美了 不愧是国美
太暗了，观影体验极其不好。表达满天飞，真是飞到云霄之上了。我跟学院派中间有着一道巨大的鸿沟。最近进影院看的片都一言难尽，我这是造了什么孽！
【D+】音效设计的挺细腻，镜头运动的挺自信，但是突兀聒噪的配音完全打破了和谐与氛围，寡淡黑白的画面完全冲散了景致与激情，不明所以的镜头完全击溃了观影者跟困意作斗争的最后防线。再加之极其没有故事的故事和极其没有节奏的节奏，细细碎碎多如牛毛的问题，让它顶多称得上是一个美术作品，而不是电影作品。
整体来说形式远远远远大于内容 水中戏 山洞煽动戏的调度还挺喜欢的
太黑了，我还近视，看起来更是分不出人在哪里。但对我来说，还是有点新鲜劲。
一部很取巧的电影，巧在很懂得回避自身的弱点，用混乱的战场动作调度来回避演员特写中的演技不足，用云雾缭绕的水乡景色来回避了设备成本有限，用颇具个性的调色来填补镜头语言的缺失，用戛然而止的结尾回避过往战争片苍白的说教，好评给在为内战作出的一点点冷静化反思，以及在这个被“青春恋爱精神病片”群体包围的后疫情时代院线里能看到不一样的创作。
能有这样的创作是电影的星星之火，能在万达周末看到排片是我的幸运。同场后排一个男生和一对情侣，很安静。
简直是噩梦，电影院本来就不比电脑手机屏幕，偏暗，还黑白电影，大多场景又是夜晚，又多雾，谁是谁都分不清，只能看见个人影，费劲！
没有《细细的红线》的命，却得了~的病。这片像革命老基地的村里头在暑假组织了一场预算捉襟见肘的低龄儿童向的微型红色战争重演，再套了几层自以为是的滤镜。诗意战争片除了诗意还有战争，学泰伦斯·马力克拍一部哲理战争片，不要就学个形式主义的皮毛，众退役军人组成的技术团队是一部期望拥有成熟表达的战争片，连接文本和视觉的纽带。战斗是驱动战争片叙事的核心，不是整几句悬浮的话剧台词、浅摹一下杜琪峰的港式街头驳火就完事了。片尾署名首位的党史顾问也懂涉军设定和服化道？军科、军博多少战史专家，可能请美院军事社来拍都比这强。很多华语电影人只能算手工业电影人，反商业的初衷并非是表达，而是对工业文化感到莫名的恐惧。电影是因技术而形成的艺术门类，它需要擅用技术人文主义修辞的作者，非搞不懂电灯就诅咒灯火破坏了夜晚景色的土鳖。
受宣传“诗性电影”影响，抱着一种奢侈的期待去看这部主旋律，有意的和《伊万的童年》做了对比，发现本片所谓的诗性仅留存于画面形式上，文本仍是“纯粹的”战争，节奏、意象也未跳脱出类型的框架。必须说出，导演有意营造的动静统一被拙劣的斯坦尼康毁的一塌糊涂。很遗憾没有在片中看到我军排泄的场景，刻意的性别命题也过于神圣。人只是像人而已。
写了一篇长评，比较详细地阐述了为什么电影结尾完全扭转了我对电影的评价。
中国山水画般的故事。我觉得就好像小时候听革命老兵外公讲的那些战争时期部队里发生的故事差不多，片子过于文艺了，还没有外公的打仗日常生动有趣。不过虽然表现手法很文艺，但想传达给观众的信念却很强。有人抱着必死的心去执行军令，有人深陷带着兄弟活命还是拯救更多战友的矛盾中。这些矛盾和问题也带给到观众们，我们若是片中的兵士，我们会做怎样的选择。
“年轻的红军战士洪启辰接到军令，必须在48小时内炸毁敌人的弹药库。这是一条赴死的军令……”为何是48小时，而不是46小时？那时候战士人人都有手表，可以精确计时？直接说两天不好吗？
黑白片不像黑白，彩色片不像彩色，故事讲的也乱糟糟
5.5。不愧是国美，美术确实强。能在主旋律框架下做出不同尝试也确实值得鼓励。但制作层面甚至不如很多学生作业。连最基本的电影语言都整不明白咱也别谈什么美学不美学的了。
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（PS：如果没有这个主题的框架和限制，或许会更好。但与此同时，也或许就拿不了这么多奖了吧哈哈。)
我建议这部片子叫“雾中烽景”/美院的中国风探索是这几个方面：色彩、摄影的视觉节奏（云、松等）；整个片子的剧本是没有人物的，只有几个壳子——重在传递一种情绪和气氛，从这一点来说这部片子是艺术片；但整个镜头的设计都是类型片的传统，尤其是运动长镜头设计的非常的乏味和单调（几乎全是跟镜头，而且跟之外还要用zoom-in/out 实在是很膈应。把主旋律片当成艺术片来拍，怎么让观众共情呢？整个片子传递的都是压抑和悲伤（色彩、表演、音响）/不过换个角度看，在这个敏感的时代和题材上，做出创新，已然不易，而且风格也比较统一，虽然表演很磕碜，但也是值得鼓励和支持罢！
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