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.
三个视角的叙事其实不存在什么罗生门，强奸一直存在，丈夫的眼里自己是完完全全的受害者，虽然一直生不出儿子，但妻子作为自己的财产受到了侵犯，强奸犯自始自终不认为自己的行为是强奸，曾经的受害者选择做帮凶反倒指责站出来反抗的人是错的，不在乎真相只想追求刺激的旁观者。阴沉的天色也掩盖不住油画般的美，三段完全相同的时间和事件，叙事丝毫没有重复，选角与人物形象高度契合，结束的干净利落。结局值得鼓掌，但八百年后的今天，这些令人作呕的事件依然在发生，没有任何改变。
apple TV批量制造的这些性冷淡设计美学+鸡汤伦理的片子可太难看了吧
中规中矩的水准之作，没有太多惊喜，但质量没话说，三位主角的演技也都统统在线。三个章节三个视角，细微的差异让重复变得富有层次。在大量的铺垫后，最后的决战戏也足够精彩。朱迪科默的注视下，那《角斗士》般的生死决斗显得如此丑陋，讽刺至极。决斗场上的一次次激烈的反转，早已没人在乎这两个雄性动物的优劣，只剩对朱迪科默的担忧。结果为何已不重要，父权制下的女性命运在这场决斗中被丢上了决斗场，身不由己的痛苦在一次次拉扯中被无限放大。
7.5，算是很好的情绪类电影，只不过有些类型元素插入的莫名其妙，又惊悚又悬疑的。当陌生人旁观自己的生活，回溯记忆去告别，个中滋味只有自己知道。
简介里的“罗生门”并不准确，确切的说是用三个不同角色的视角展现了同样情节的故事，最终每个人坚定地站在自己的立场上，可悲又可笑。借古讽今丝毫不落俗套。比如吴签事件众生相本片皆有角色对照（如：女主“好姐妹”的背叛代表了多少愿为男神维护形象甚至献身的迷妹们），而最后的决斗，输赢又有什么重要
剧情非常温吞，但可探讨的内容很多，比如哲学、伦理、室内装修风格……比如为啥选择克隆体的都是少数裔……比如他们签的是不是个承揽合同？定作人是否有权随时中止解除合同？定作人和承揽人对定作产品有什么权利和义务？定作产品是《民法典》上的主体还是客体？
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观影盘点：雷老头的电影依旧是经典而优质的，但唯独没有像这个时代一样快节奏。中世纪的人们落后而愚蠢，但为了利益与贪婪所做的努力却和现代人一样充满算计。这算是2020票房最值得同情与遗憾的作品了。
我们是同一个人分饰的两个角色，新身会带着旧蜕的愿望爱着家人，尤其是孩子
雷导用罗生门的手法讲述一次决斗事件，三人在讲述自己的故事版本中，都会不自觉地将自己描绘成无辜的受害者，但是不管决斗结果如何，作为女性始终会扮演牺牲品的角色。
3.8。妻子視角令我壓抑、冰冷，甚至心情異常苦澀，即使最終丈夫為自己證明了清白，但不同視角中細節鏡頭的暴露已證實女性清白與權益的不重要性——甚至需要以上帝之名來靠運氣證實。正義頭腦簡單的丈夫視角中的被嘲笑卻仍沖向戰場，酒池肉林的強姦犯視角中他人妻子的不存在的欲拒還迎與挑逗勾引，一系列都讓人看的心慌噁心，最後的決鬥我也是緊張到憋著眼淚捏了一把汗。順便一提，真心討厭Adam Driver這個演員，他來演這個角色只能讓我更討厭他。
软科幻外壳下的关于生命的探讨，通过克隆人，男主像照镜子一般实现了生命中的最后一次自洽（男主演技不错，人物弧光很明显）。想疑问的是，既然剧情中的科技已经可以克隆人，那为什么不可以治愈本体的不治之症？
很喜欢这种强设定的概念，人为制造一个困境，再拷问人心，道德和伦理。只是故事后来没顶上去。
7.0 罗生门式叙事，落点在于那个时代看清荒谬本质的女性个体。
黑暗中世纪就这操行，这种能把观众气背过去的情节比比皆是。魔改罗生门已然是看的津津有味心里飞蛇走马，居然最后又来一段荣耀战魂，简直冰火两重天爽到爆炸
最好的确实是第三部分，也是让整个影片升华的部分，女主与婆婆的对话其实就是女性的觉醒，可惜女性最终还得屈服于母性。两个半小时并不显得很长，可看性是够的，遗憾的是一切都太直给了
朱迪科莫，从小变态杀手到我见犹怜的人妇，功力超强。
中世纪细节还原一百分，用三方视角还原真相的罗生门式叙事其实无甚新意，但细微的差异和调度剪辑上的设计仍然耐人寻味。总而言之，女人实苦，一直都是。
罗生门视角揭露人物的心灵运作：从莽夫的视角看到委屈，从弄臣的视角看到征服，从女性的视角看到禁锢和失声。近乎同机位来比较记忆的偏差，男性自我美化的过程暴露无遗，保守示好曲解为媚眼如丝，狼狈丢鞋曲解为欲拒还迎，而男性的一切行为都恪守了荣誉。为什么拼死上诉这一段，回应了metoo质疑者的问题。听耐观影说历史上女性发起上诉没有记载，但我不反对一切历史都是当代史。
在未来，如果有这样一个克隆体，它和你长得一模一样，拥有你完整的DNA以及所有的记忆，那么，你能接受它吗？又或者，你能接受你的另一半是这样一个克隆体吗？
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