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.
其实想打3.5，有些无厘头，有些亚裔刻板印象，有讨论哲学，有讨论虚无，有讨论母女关系，然后又有点缝合怪，什么都想捞点，什么都要沾点边，最后又什么都没捞到到多少
建议不会讲故事的导演不要拍电影。我真的会谢。实在太怪了。导演更适合去拍mv 全是元素堆砌 啥都带上一点 啥都讲不好…说它元素设定新奇吧 内核又刻板腐朽 说无厘头吧 它又太认真到完全不好笑 想搞点禅意 但又完全点错穴位 太太太太怪了（（首先需要宇宙跳跃才知道人类是多么small&stupid就已经够stupid的了 就好像有人神神秘秘说告诉你个很特别的事 让你去洗个耳朵 洗完一听 原来说的是1+1=2
屎尿屁的惡趣味是真無感，倆石頭是真浪漫；除了倆石頭外，其他平行宇宙中基本沒有母親和女兒兩個角色connection的戲，所以非要設定女兒是所謂的「反派」對我而言就純粹是硬來；劇作上的人物邏輯多數都讓渡給了花哨的場面和小趣味，包裝無疑是成功的。
本来以为是虚无主义的狂欢…但最后发现，还是要去爱去包容啊。从各个宇宙不停寻求母亲渴望共鸣，不也是本来心中那份渴望的体现吗？再参透了虚无，也改变不了那份渴望的真实，也改变不了我们的情感真实地存在…实在是太感动了。
把电影停在石头宇宙hahahahaha哪里，会加多一星
❤️有几个瞬间快落泪了，最近才看了《青春变形记》探讨母女关系，哭得我不行。这部也是很多母女亲情的泪点，但是代入的是妈妈的视角，作为移民也更能共情杨紫琼的角色。看得我更不想生孩子了🥲生了还要经历她的青春期
说实话非常无厘头、抓马、跳脱，香肠手之恋和浣熊料理王都可笑又好哭，但我有些厌倦这种应该用爱感化世界的主题了，我讨厌这种对残酷世界无逻辑的粉饰。
全宇宙的父亲都看不见女儿的存在，全宇宙的丈夫都是甩手掌柜的存在，剩下在苦海里挣扎快要窒息的母亲和看不清这一切为何会这样反过来指责母亲的女儿，要我说，炸了吧，别演了。就像《厌女》里面说的，母亲厌女，女儿也厌女，最后大家都深受其害却不自知。
最后半个小时看的目瞪口呆 你有那么多的选择那么多的世界 为什么还选择我做你的女儿 因为我一直一直都想和你在一起 导演你是真的牛批
这里面不还是一样的对中国的刻板印象吗？功夫就不是刻板印象了？这简直就是B级片。
如果故事在石头宇宙结束，本片将成为虚无主义者的有力宣言；但最后四十分钟，导演仍然告诉我们爱可以解决一切问题。至少在今天，我想这个主题带给我们的精神价值已经足够。
10.美国越来越拉了，以前移民，追美国梦！现在…不移民，祖父悖论闺女就没了
概念挺好，呈现方式无法接受、不可理喻。 开头五分钟就想退出，实在很难相信这玩意儿真的拍成了一部电影，真的能被叫做电影，我还看完了，1.5倍速。 搞个十来分钟的短片玩玩就算了，好浪费时间，不如刷一集爱死机。 ps.还是要重复看完尚气之后的感想：再看老外对中华文化的尴尬意淫我就是傻逼。
还有说什么新意中显得老套的人，如果是因为结局圆满没有太多留白or反转才说这句话我真的不欣赏。如果不是这个结局我会哭的，毕竟大家都是渴望爱和被爱的。（观影全程一半时间在哭一半时间在笑）
可笑的是总有人要在这样诚意满满的娱乐大片里找各种投射的归属，天花乱坠一通无处安放。无论是想象奇巧还是视觉奇观，笑泪交织的剧本还是亚裔故事在奇幻架构的托生，都是缺席已久难以置信的纯粹愉悦享受。期待上限被不断打破，荒谬绝伦又宏大浪漫，一地鸡毛的庸碌无为飞旋直上宇宙万里而后翩然归原。万物也即空无，渺小一生哪怕见证过混沌贝果的终结罅隙和平行可能的无边天籁，还是要消磨芥蒂做回最差劲的一种俗人。因为不管多少次通过幻想不同结局否定自我价值，我们仍在此地，已经是劫后余生随众生行走的苦海普渡，不比穿越多重时空的超级英雄少去几层修为。除了多线收束的有条不紊和多元文化的趣味呈现，作为多重宇宙表征更深层的寄托是，亚裔移民在多种语言文化和社会习俗之间辗转流徙的观念集合，千头万绪没有解答，依然像顽石扎根岁月，日复一日。
欣赏不来。过于无厘头又把剧情切得稀碎不仅让人难以投入又没法完全放弃理解而娱乐不起来。选角和剧本在华人设定下互相绑架。一比较终于体会到星爷的功力了。
耐着性子看了一个小时觉得很无趣，但是想着已经浪费了一个小时再坚持一下吧也许后面会有意想不到的惊喜呢？看到最后发现好吧我浪费了两个小时🥹😅
唯一不同的是，你放下自我保护的屏障，你打开了心扉，你愿意去沟通，你愿意去努力，你愿意和解。
唯电影能拯救情绪。虽然花里胡哨但我很吃这套。Everything, Everywhere, 打动我们的都是all at once的那一瞬间，是I will let you go; 是 I won’t let you go.
“你越一无是处，就越无所不能”
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