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.
当一个体贴细心的人是很辛苦的，但有一个体贴细心的人挂念是很幸运的。
原来哭泣能够治愈所有失意，只有暖男与幽怨相遇才能避开暴力
观感像《甘草披萨》和《花生酱猎鹰》。我算是摸透了这几年Dakota的选片套路了——诡异奇情的惊悚悬疑片或者清新文艺片。而在后者中，她总是一副气若游丝、人淡如菊的样子，情绪很激烈的时候也能淡淡地笑着哭，明明应该很没存在感却总让人觉得扎眼，可能这就是一种“婊气”？男性最爱吧！学习了！
好矫情好自恋好无聊好单薄好幼稚 Domino的角色台词都像是teenager意淫出来的年上形象 毫无层次 真的辱成熟女性了 再加上达妹的表演每一秒都在疯狂传达我好美好惨…结果就是很油
虽然又是一部女性角色帮助男性角色成长的电影，但是毕竟是自导自演，男主角太可爱了。he‘s a 10 but…no but…he is a 10!
全程姨母心看完了这部 回头发现自己真的老了 一查发现男主/导演97年 姨母实锤了。。。
现代人该怎么爱 谁说非要选人生中的那道闪电 冒险也许只有四次 又可能有有一千二百次 灵魂伴侣到底存不存在 我们到底应该倾尽所有的注意力在对方身上还是关照自己更多一点 你是谁 在搞清你是谁之前你到底爱没爱 …我们会将激情取代为爱情 因为在现代社会里 激情又是多么难得呐
因为女主而看，她还是很美。男主角横看竖看都不喜欢，社会上一抓一大把。我还是喜欢忠厚型的。扮猪食老虎的？No！滚远点！
啥破玩意，这男主太烦人了，那一笑比假笑还假
我们都曾以为自己是别人的灵魂伴侣、是世界的中心、是一块璞玉，同时又无法抑制的自暴自弃、对生活感到迷茫和羞耻。但成长是如此迅速，我们其实普通又幸运，ta不是不爱你，而是成人的世界里有更多远比爱要复杂的事情。
相互吸引却不能在一起，只是因为大家情况不同
Cha Cha Really Not Smooth
成年人在两性中压抑自己的情绪，小孩子在初恋中表达自己的情绪。
crush后续的完美答案
Really smooth. 电影很流畅很治愈，机缘总会让很多亲人、恋人、朋友无法得偿所愿地一直陪伴在身边。Timing真的很重要。
看完觉得有这么温柔的男主人设吗？原来是自导自演 哈哈 不过男主很可爱啊
《恰恰丝滑》
挺舒服的节奏，本来天气太热挺烦躁的，看着看着就平静了下来，女主很有苏菲玛索年轻时的那种惊人的欲感
对待错失的爱情，我们至少可以保留回忆。看了也算不少电影，到底亲人要比恋人要长久的多，所以喜欢是什么？能不能看着恋人的眼睛说和对方说“永远爱你”呢。
直男自我意识过剩，她眼中投射的梦中情人跟万物生长的范冰冰一样，都是男性一厢情只凭大脑意淫出的产物，这样看找达科塔约翰逊来演也很合理啊，后者的定位不一直是一个好看而言之无物的花瓶吗。
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