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.
1、看来看去觉得相比于其他影片，这部影片评分还可以，于是匆匆买了票，到了电影院发现，除了我们全是带娃的来看的，娃还不超过五六岁。2、电影院座椅特别舒服，把自己想象成幼儿园小孩子，还是可以看完的，也没有特别无聊。3、也算是次神奇的观影体验了。
清晰细腻，温暖动人。在严酷的成人世界孩子们无知无觉地快乐着。人物刻画到光影处理都是满分作品。
总的来说还算是喜欢吧，但看完这部电影觉得好遗憾，因为换个导演拍这个电影观感会好很多，整部电影给我的感觉就是不协调的感觉很重，导演从头到尾用到了很多电影拍摄的技巧或者说是方法，也致敬了特别多好莱坞（怎么全是好莱坞）60年代甚至更早的电影，但给我的感觉是这些电影方法是为了表现而表现，致敬也一样，对电影的整体发展并没有起到太多的作用，反而让电影显得有点奇怪。除了正午以外我真的不知道导演致敬的那些电影到底是在干嘛，可能是他在回顾自己的童年吧。不过本片优点其实也是不少的，剧本非常不错，群戏很出色，后半段拍的还是挺有感觉的。妈妈的表演最好，发挥也最大，爷爷其次，爸爸和奶奶的表现也都非常不错，但这个小男孩反而一般，有点缺乏灵性。最后吐槽一下疑似奥妙的广告植入，我真的有笑到
20211224le。小巧精致，以小见大，点缀英式幽默，穿插音乐和电影有点泛滥，并不沉重，挺适合下班放松。3.5
我竟然在电影院看动画片了 这要是真狗拍的多好啊 肯定更有意思
ps喜欢爸爸说：只要她善良正直 你们彼此尊重 我们家就永远欢迎她
还挺流畅的，比想象中要好。北爱人不知道是不是天生就有暴力基因，到这个时代还有宗教战争
最近看得比较开心的一个片，虽然有点设计过度。孩子和堂姐在争论到底要说自己是天主教徒还是新教徒，有爱的哲学家爷爷奶奶，经常吵架但是有爱又漂亮会跳舞的父母，和课堂里喜欢的女孩子双向奔赴一个前进一个退步。孩子时，自以为老成，但实际上又一窍不通，对很多东西视而不见，却记得广告里的奥妙洗衣粉。
小朋友很喜欢，大人也能看下去，适合全家观影。
那个时代的无数爱尔兰人选择来了南半球，如今和我坐在同一个影厅里看60年代的他们的家乡。
但其实这片子我还行啊，小男孩超有戏，也有几个漂亮的镜头和调度呢。
感慨一下影像的力量。是一部相当私人的回忆录，也因此每个人物都简单却富有生命力，感觉像是窥探了一段真实生活。多亏了影像的记录，能让这种本不会被人关注的平淡的日子被写下来。没有把生活复杂化，可能是对自己童年最大的敬意，是很真诚的怀念。
以小男孩视角回忆北爱尔兰动荡年代，应该能打动一代观众。天主教地区的新教徒家庭遭两派势力撕扯，正邪善恶被牧师的威吓和抢劫巧克力这样的童稚视角化解了不少苦涩。爷爷的粗糙，老妈的恋乡，都能有跨文化的动人之处。但总体来说还是欠缺力度，黑白摄影也没用。
适合6岁以上的小朋友，闺女4岁看还是太小了点。站在小朋友的角度是不错的动画电影。
可以理解导演的童年粉红滤镜（虽然这是部黑白片），但是回忆里的父母似音乐剧演员一般的美丽且能歌善舞会不会也太失实了
kenneth branagh：ok我也要拍一部罗马
从小孩的视角出发感染力太强了，虽然电影历史背景离我很遥远，但不妨碍在情感上有共鸣之处，尤其是最后的生离和死别，叫人感慨。好喜欢朱迪·丹奇演的奶奶啊！
“For the ones who stayed. For the ones who left. And for all the ones who were lost.”故乡这两个字，无论最后扎根在哪里，都是不一般的份量。那些熟悉的一草一木、楼房街景，甚至于讨厌的邻里和八卦，在走之前和走了后都是会想念、留恋与不舍的。但就如片中老一辈所说的那样，“There were no roads to Shangri la from our part of Belfast.”“Get yourself to the moon. ”
不配音乐只看画面以为是惊悚片。老k放下执着，别导演了求求了
真的不太行：歌挺好听也太多太密集了，把电影质感拉下来不少，像条长MV；彩色和黑白的表达蛮浅表的；有些镜头让我想有什么隐喻吗，结果莫名其妙。不过奶奶说的那句“Go now. Don’t look back.”我情不自禁泪目了。
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