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.
作为一部故事片非常无聊 但是值得从台词和隐喻的角度去分析
柯南堡每十几年赶一次时髦，80s的《录像带》讲点媒介病毒，90s的《感官游戏》讲点虚拟实境，这次讲无痛非进化，本来以为要对药物下手，结果只是提供个背景材料。表面上换汤换药，未来罪行压根没拍出什么耳目一新的东西，这个paradox of evolution还是自己抄袭自己用了《感官游戏》的两派对立，现实派、虚拟派是有的，但什么长器官派不长器官派、吃工业垃圾派不吃工业垃圾派就比较无趣了。用的道具也还是那点土得掉渣的内脏虫虫软东西。其实单纯讲进化、接入、体验、性瘾，前面两部已经拍得够好了。就身上打洞这点这个用滥的标准柯南堡性暗示，他还怕观众不懂非要大白话讲出来。这几年憋着不拍科幻好像也没啥长进啊
概念和内涵过于分离，而有些情节又挺俗套的；道具真的满分了
影片展现出了一种将行动、行动的意识和由两者衍生出的外在于行动主体的他物圈在一起的“作品”，个体通过作品在绝对个体规定论（不论做什么我们都是普遍的个体）与行动规定论（个体的性质会因为行动改变）之间的对抗中消融了空洞的“未来”概念，取得了作为外来现实继续存在的绝对规定之真理性（任何意识都能无条件规定任何个体），个体从其中获得关于自身的真正概念，此时自身行动内容的一切环节都回到自由，自身概念与自身现实也因此相互脱离，“我”和一般个体就没有丝毫的相同之处，但整个过程稍纵即逝，宛如性高潮。
MD看得我烦死了 这么好的题材完全变成了导演的自嗨 能体会到暴力美感 但讲故事的方式我真是难以下咽 吃完这部电影我都想给自己隔两刀清醒一下 另外那个“早餐椅”我实在是难以理解
身体故真实，创造性地发展，思想的转向，人类未来的猜想
在这样一个老人眼中
小k這二倍速演技也太twilight了😭😭😭憋著笑了好多次
的。人有自由意志，人是有命运的。环境正是
大闷片，文戏冗长，讨论议题谜之过时，怎么看都觉得应该是导演20年前的作品。《裸体午餐》里的奇异器官，《欲望号快车》的性爱观念，《感官游戏》的骨头工艺，放在2022年就觉得有点吃老本了。
我们装饰自己 我们掩盖自己 我们暴露自己 我们加工自己 我们吃下自己
我就记住了：开头一个吃塑料的小孩被谋杀，结尾一位老艺术家开始尝试吃塑料……而中间发生了什么已经记不太清了：几场表演，几次谋杀，一些身份不明的人，一些空洞到令人发指的对话（不知道为什么我一直觉得Léa Seydoux就擅长这种空洞到令人发指的角色，比如《法兰西》里的那位记者）……以前柯南伯格搞“肉体恐怖”，这部片里借了很多以前的梗（肚子上开个口子当作接口，顺便成为新的调情手段，完全是《录影带谋杀案》的想法嘛，40年了都快），但其中的肉体基本上不再恐怖，而是变成了一坨能指堆起来的海洋/实验室/垃圾场，在里面你不会找到任何所指……于是这部电影就成了一部彻底去政治化的美学尝试，在这点上也只能是及格吧。
升级版《感官游戏》罢了，柯南伯格用老套路炒自己的冷饭而已，看完内心毫无波澜。小k全程气泡音而且仿佛得了五官多动症一样满脸抽搐；蕾老师讲话的感觉就像吃播网红，因为麦离嘴巴太近而不敢高声语；V叔，一个表面是艺术家背地里游走于黑白两道直接的双面间谍？那句“我对传统性爱不是很擅长”看得人疯狂发笑。
视觉风格依然是典型的柯南伯格，尤其很多场景、道具直接呼应《感官游戏》，body horror再次展现令人欲罢不能的怪诞美学，相比表象，主题更为激进大胆，柯南伯格都马上要八十的人了，仍然对现实世界，对社会制度，对艺术探索保持清醒的警戒，依旧是当代电影的首席开拓者。痛感带来快感，痛感催生改变，痛感推动人类进化，痛感造就全新世界。
这部总体感觉柯南伯格在熟悉的bio horror之下隐藏了一些很私人的东西，hugo和lea的表演很精彩！
概念我也很喜欢，多重进化已经重塑了现实，艺术就是要抓住这种变化当中转瞬即逝的情绪并且放大，或反叛现实，或利用现实做出自己的声明，或顺应现实。类比就是波普艺术，利用崭新的大生产时代的材料和题材做艺术，或者像达达主义一样反对一战造成的现实，媒介就是时代的新产物，在这里就是自己没有痛感的身体和快速无痛手术设备。吃塑料这个想法我也很喜欢，确实也是个办法。
节奏着急，快进看了10分钟弃片，10分钟给我的感受是导演长期缺资金却有拍大片向往。 6.4/6617 短评3347条 %36/40/24 【IMDb 6.1/8200 北美票房254.28万美元，全球票房325.63万美元 】
当没有痛苦的伤害变成表演，手术的过程变成做爱，我们的生活还剩下什么？
剧情很稀烂，不知道在说什么，有些人没有前因后果就出现了或消失了，没有第二部那就是诈骗。小k的演技实在太奇怪了，不知道是人物设定还是她演技太烂。
当世界重回保守主义时代的时候，我们更加需要大卫·柯南伯格的激进与先锋。《未来罪行》更像是柯南伯格对于“肉身机器”的未来书写，身体的欲望逐渐被快感取代，手术变成一场肉身的自慰，身体的舞台化展示成为集体高潮的仪式，改造身体同时也是主宰身体，进而主宰对身体的革命认知。冰冷死寂的肉体，因为那一滴眼泪，而充满了哲学的诗意。
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