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.
应景，完全符合我对母职道德绑架的反思。问题也没那么难解决，有人帮忙带娃或者健全的社会支持再生吧。住在海边感觉真好。
一个笨拙但工整的首作，毫无瞩目的个人风格，内聚焦，情感很饱满。与阿莫多瓦相比，玛吉才是成功塑造了”不完美的母亲”的那一个，她母职困境刻画到入木三分。室内戏和室外戏在空间上形成对比，进而产生的情绪上张弛，那种明明灭灭的悬疑感是做的最棒的地方。音乐、虫子/水果的符号隐喻、与叶茨的互文…这些都太无新意了，更适合流媒体。
我是个不正常的妈妈，我不爱自己的孩子，我非常自私。这些话，你怎么能说出口？在慈母的柱子上，分分钟让你自责愧疚而死。这些关上门，谁也不会说出来的话，淹没在孩子的笑脸里。孩子 Drives me Crazy。TA们根本不听你的话，只会让你烦躁、愤怒，恨不得一巴掌扇过去，用力抽打！紧接着上演哭天喊地，而这样的日子会过去吗？平行母亲，然而，这些就像是婚姻故事，2小时的电影里把10几年的架全部吵完了，所以，你要结婚吗？你要生孩子吗？消失的女儿。这是对那些隐忍母亲的背叛，就不能忍忍吗？I am just playing.
少年不要太冲动，在外地没有亲戚保护的情况下，还不知天高地厚，结果出事了。
客观地来说一些bug还是存在，但是我还蛮喜欢的。
Leda一开始就展现出与外界的格格不入，一方面要展现度假的轻松愉快和精英的优雅，一方面对过往有选择性地隐瞒与抒发，做自己的代价是对母亲身份的愧疚心，展现一种“怪”的表象，因此看门人、will、片中一家人的女主人和男人们才对她产生了强烈的心理影响。Leda不管做好事坏事都是出于自私的想法，坚持、责骂、软弱、共情都基于此，nina因为过于深入而无法忍受这份丑陋。本片一面用娃娃指代Leda蜷缩的内心，一面在度假区与自我回忆间穿梭，我认为这部分结合的并不好，尤其是涉及Leda的某种坚持，回忆应该早早结束的。终归，本片的优点是没有褒贬，展现了一个自我的女性暂时放弃母亲身份而获得事业成功，在中年也迎来了社会/个人层面的反噬，无所谓好坏，只是选择的代价而已，拿起电话，也许仍是阳光的结局
看4K數位修復版才真正感受本片的節奏感，後來的臺灣電影（這三十年來）再也沒拍出這種「滿滿的8+9世界」了，讓人震撼。雖然很不一樣，但卻同樣讓人聯想著臺灣新電影的「《童年往事》＋《戀戀風塵》＋《恐怖分子》」，或者也讓人聯想著差不多同時的《牯嶺街少年殺人事件》或《青少年哪吒》。
有一个被卷入黑道是非的爸爸，一个当警察小队长的老实舅舅，这两个70后无知少年，一个死在河边无人问津，一个继续苟活。台湾的乡土黑道，看老片子才有感觉。高捷也因此片开启漫长的黑道大哥生涯。最后的日记有点矫情，为了林强的50s唱歌镜头而看，罗大佑真是活力四射。
一个笨拙但工整的首作，毫无瞩目的个人风格，内聚焦，情感很饱满。与阿莫多瓦相比，玛吉才是成功塑造了”不完美的母亲”的那一个，她母职困境刻画到入木三分。室内戏和室外戏在空间上形成对比，进而产生的情绪上张弛，那种明明灭灭的悬疑感是做的最棒的地方。音乐、虫子/水果的符号隐喻、与叶茨的互文…这些都太无新意了，更适合流媒体。
愧疚之心溢于言表，用一个布娃娃作为线索贯穿全片，竟然有一种惊悚片的感觉。
叙事更完整，美术更丰富的《风柜来的人》。中间过于冗长的叙事拖累了整个故事。我以为的少年吔，安啦！是暴走族一般风驰电掣的故事。实际上配上男主角阿兜不标准的国语，影片大部分时间恍惚是一部城乡结合部的非主流故事。罗大佑，林强《大家免着惊》是影片的分水岭，也是最大的亮点之一。
整体太乱了... 乱到一切都没有说服力...
剧情的发展有拖沓，剪辑要是能重制一下就好了。
古惑仔里的角色已经混出了名堂，再怎么浪，也不会是被轻易干掉的，至少死也得死到大场面。
于是确实值得一提和唯一必须称赞的，就只有奥利维亚科尔曼精湛而足以让人拍手叫好的演技了。
影片中女儿的哭声听得我心力交瘁，如果离开孩子们两年时间会怎样？48岁的母亲残忍地说出了真相：会特别特别爽。但是爽的背后肯定是无止境的自责与煎熬，并不是每个母亲都可以狠心缺席孩子的哪怕一段时间的成长，而父亲的缺席就很理所当然。费兰特的作品真的很能触及到女性的复杂性及不被看到的另一面。
常年住在希腊度假留自己孩子在美国的公寓管理员父亲 抛妻弃子私奔的背包客父亲 打个电话就不管孩子的年轻父亲 有钱又有年轻美貌妻子的大家族父亲 翻译学家出轨父亲 只要这些父亲能做到自己该做的那一点点 世界就会好一点点
优秀的台湾现实主义电影，又有着青春残酷物语，牯岭街的小马，很不错，可惜了，英年早逝。如果以后有修复版就好了。
现在台湾已经没有这么江湖和生猛的片子了。当然，可能跟现实社会的转变也有关系吧，治安整体变好了，没有那些兄弟情，更多的是关注现代生活中的困境。但那时候的江湖往事就是这种年轻荷尔蒙的爆发，不管不顾，没有将来，这也是侯导口中家常的故事吧。小的时候特别讨厌闽南语歌曲，现在感觉特别亲切，就喜欢这种讲着闽南语，听着闽南语歌的年轻，虽然我也不是混混，但身边也有这样的朋友（当然没有那样的枪支混乱），太接地气了，也是一个时代的特别的青春片吧。
第一次覺得閩南語是這麼的江湖 那句話講的不錯 “那些角色角色真實的存在,的確又已死亡”
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