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.
极尽讽刺之能，很适合在这个可笑的年代，可笑的民主社会里结束2021。
我觉得编剧风格和我写段子风格很像啊，我什么时候可以去给他们当编剧去？希望这片子每年都拍一部!
但世界不是比烂，我们做得好不好不是问美帝人民，而是问我们人民。
本片跨了年才看完，没有去年2020好玩，也没有中国，是2021素材不够吗😅
还是觉得挺有意思、吐槽和讽刺方式回顾一年，这种年终总结有趣多了。休格兰特老了也还挺有风格的，毒舌又优越感十足的老头子演绎得淋漓尽致。
大概世界是真的病了吧。。。
笑吐了，结合don't look up 一起看真的让我窒息
比起don't look up那种令人绝望的讽刺，我是真的很喜欢这种直白指桑骂槐演疯狂打脸的讽刺。
类似于金秘书，你要甜也好，小白也好，那就认真搞不要故作矜持，还有最重要的是颜值要过关。另，想看露点的，你怕是有病，走错片场了。。
每一件事情都让人绝望，阴阳怪气火力全开也只是在绝望中的唯一应对方式了，唉，2020糟透了，2021也很烂，2022也不会好……
先看的这个，喜欢！ “What I learned from 2021 is people learned nothing from 2020.” Cool!!! That would also be my comment for 2020 I guess.
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熟悉的面孔 熟悉的味道 但是更无聊🥱恍惚以为其中一个新闻主播室联动了不要抬头😷
遵医嘱（呸）看完don't look up之后连着看这部，就挺好，消解了很多没有必要的焦虑。
很有益处的尝试，请坚持拍下去谢谢。
伪纪录片，一本正经地胡说八道，结合真实案例，不知道若干年后，看到这部电影的美国人民会不会觉得自家老祖宗们有点缺心眼儿？
比2020更魔幻，或者说每年都比去年更魔幻；我在2021学到的便是人们不会从2020学到任何东西；如果观察者网能有这吐槽一半水平，便是外宣无忧了
诡异的一年又飞快地结束了。全世界继续分裂，沿着毁灭的道路头也不回。至于下一年：I don't know about you, but I'm feeling 2020 too!
这是个测试题：你觉得哪一方的人说的超可笑？哪一方的人说的似乎有点道理？恭喜你，可以通过这个判断自己属于哪一方（手动狗头）
算是温和的介绍片吧，童话感满满，现实可不是这么干净的。还有人想看DO，拍这种类型已经是走捷径了，过界就变味了。
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