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.
后背发凉，只有待在自己家的房间安全，并且所有电子设备的摄像头全都遮盖。泪奔了，只有妈妈知道我的胎记。
除了Hero还有什么看这片子的理由吗？怎么还没完结啊……
95%的废话，4%的莫名其妙话，只有1%有用的还睡着了没看到。其实看完光屁股那段就可以直接跳到结尾了。又一部话痨催眠片，鉴定完毕。2
為了慶祝所謂的成就而丟了奬學金⋯印度尼西亞少見的沒有鬼的片⋯⋯
这sb男只能当炮友，这么神经质的男的怎么处对象？
应该是第一次看印尼电影，竟然还不错。如果前面能删减掉半小时应该会更精彩。
三部看下来我只想说能感受到互相爱对方的那种疯狂 这种只有soulmate才有吧
网大的水准，就是皮特都弄不到一个好的动作指导
啊这…狗血得我都不好意思为结尾那唯美的一幕动容了 这剧情确实哈哈哈 没个几年古早言情小说阅读史还真不敢随意猜测哈哈哈 但我土包子一个 人家能真的拍出来咱就真能看 还怪上头的hhh 期待下一部！唯一一点就是男女主的sexy对手戏虽然随着关系的深度发展不断多起来了 但感觉没有第一部的暧昧和悸动 以及第二部沙发上那段性张力极强的氛围感惹 咱就是说 不管怎样 感觉女主越来越美了 哈登那种荷尔蒙全开的眼神真的有被钓到哈哈哈
男主脾气太差了，简直是炮仗，一点就着
反派着实是有点缺乏人格魅力了，哪怕设计成一个偶然情真意切地被古老文化迷住的失意富二代也比现在这样的好。
罪过，看起来我很热衷于观赏狗血烂片。但是..俩人刚做完因为还没说完的半句话男主从泳池里扑腾跳出来也太搞笑（搞么子啊？
非常好的一部电影，结局不错，算得上是时代和文字复兴的结合吧
好家伙是谁没忍住又点开了之后3😅这就是个一年一更的剧嘛。救命什么时候网飞青春剧才能让我不心动啊🥺好想抱抱赫汀宝贝
为了看脸都坚持不下去的第三部，快点完结吧😭
影片最后诠释了一句话，即使最黑暗的时刻，我还是会选择继续努力
属于有些意思但不好看的电影，很符合电影节喜好的片
。。。真的不爱看这种了竟然还有第四部我是真的不理解。。这除了做爱还有别的吗😅做爱然后吵架接着和好又做爱无限循环😅小东西挺有意思 我倒要看看第四部怎么拍😃
确实狗血，但我竟然觉得也不难看。（同类型片参考《小时代》）
睡着了没评分，不过看这个封面感觉和我看的不是一个电影，我还以为是讲亲情的
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