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.
她必须重新找一份谋生的工作，她父亲安抚她，“你这么脆弱、敏感，又容易流眼泪，肯定可以找到适合的工作”，你很快会明白，这部电影会善待所有脆弱的灵魂，尤其是这样一条附着于夏洛特甘斯布身体的灵魂，像劳拉邓恩一样的夏洛特甘斯布，饰演的都是遍体鳞伤却又坚韧无比的女性。儿子被T不小心推落桥下，T纵身一跃试图去救他，近乎舍身取义；H对她的第一次心动是她跟借《威尼斯手记》的老太太说话时的温柔；去女儿新搬的房子里，E说，“总觉得不怎么自在，明明好像你是出去度几天假，真是没办法接受以后你再也不会回家的现实”。前夫索要久住的房产，E把自己珍藏的日记本和“生育女神”分赠给儿子和女儿并告诉他们自己如何走出人生那段最艰难的时光。每一个片段都是既脆弱又伤心。“一开始想象的生活并不是这样，但我们已经尽力去热爱了，对不对。”
碎片的巴黎印象，“巴黎我爱你”。我也爱巴黎。
中年母亲，旅人少女，懵懂少年… 在巴黎夜晚他们路过彼此的世界而已！！！
1.33:1的学院画幅与35毫米胶片交织构建的影像复古感非常强，男演员不时让人想起Jean Pierre Léaud，Gainsbourg怎么依旧能这么瘦啊！故事恬阔得如同在几近黄昏的下午读一本寥寥数语的短篇，房子的场景总能让人代入少时生活，留下一种思乡的余韵。多一星给自己的私心。
我太喜欢这部了 温温柔柔的。
Charlotte 好美 大概因为成熟女人的那种温柔吧 长卷发也是氛围感加分 整体的氛围感超好
躺下
想送给我的孩子一本日记
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看得蛮舒服的电影，喜欢，可能也因为这个故事是从声音展开的吧。白天的巴黎，夜晚的巴黎，都好美。我也曾被F像这样捡回过家。以及，也想爬一下巴黎的屋顶。
m22123：挺温暖。与子女关系那么融洽。Et Si Tu N'existais Pas/Joe Dassin
与巴黎有关的故事，总是会多一点浪漫和深情，跟文艺挂钩的主题，在谢幕之后难免令人怅然。两个女主演的眼眸深邃又沧桑，站在一起就感觉好悲伤。电影拍的空镜和运用的音乐🎶都很美。影片一直在讲冬天，直至落幕前，才能在镜中镜看到寥寥几个小孩儿在夏日游玩。（此片露点不少，但是这些部分并不动人）
高饱和度的画面、明亮的客厅，给岌岌可危的我的脆弱的生活带来了浓郁的久违的新鲜。没有朝生暮死的放纵，是80年代很有希望的感觉。内向的小哥这里真的表现得很内向，很棒。甘斯布美丽又游刃有余，非常女神。
《巴黎夜旅人》是一封给巴黎，给每一个与过去和解的人的情书。这是一部拍得很真挚细腻，也很温暖的影片，尤其是八十年代那摇曳而迷幻的音乐，飘荡在醉人的巴黎的夜，仿佛是那抚慰人心的电波，温暖夜归的人
我坐上巴士 陪心爱的女孩追梦
在一對中年情侶面前談論像嬰兒一樣脆弱的十九歲流浪少女時感覺很奇妙。歐吉爾故事竟貫穿了全片我好感動。出現里維特是我沒想到的🥺看到最後會覺得這是寫給巴黎的一封情書啊。我決定推薦我媽去看這部電影了。
你把最温柔的一面展现给世界，世界又会怎样地对待你
奇妙的感觉，在向往的八十年代为背景的影片中，出现了最爱的侯麦电影《圆月印花都》。又能瞬间回到那几年，疫情未开始时，有着侯麦记忆的时光。结尾试镜片段，和《冬天的故事》里公交车片段相似。童年时代成长片段再现，时光如涓涓细流，流淌过很多地方，不会再回来了。720p观影，模糊中似乎更还原接近那个年代。圆月印花都的女主26岁生日的前一天心脏病发作去世，这是偶然还是宿命？深夜电台，倾听述说抚慰，学生时代曾向往的工作地。在天台上，在虚无缥缈的微光里彼此虚实交融。
不是前天不想说话，是有些国度定格在了 1988
与巴黎有关的故事，总是会多一点浪漫和深情，跟文艺挂钩的主题，在谢幕之后难免令人怅然。两个女主演的眼眸深邃又沧桑，站在一起就感觉好悲伤。电影拍的空镜和运用的音乐🎶都很美。影片一直在讲冬天，直至落幕前，才能在镜中镜看到寥寥几个小孩儿在夏日游玩。（此片露点不少，但是这些部分并不动人）
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