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.
当赤身裸体跳入清澈的湖水里时，解脱所有束缚，在自由里游荡。
海明威说巴黎是一席流动盛宴，这个片子实在是把巴黎纸醉金迷、浮动的欲望展现出来了。上一个让我惊艳的复古质感的电影是巴里林登。台词功底还是得益于巴尔扎克了？
缺乏一种动态的美感，名著改编，突破才是重点。
这样的剧作堪称经典，不仅是对社会中的尔虞我诈、勾心斗角、世态炎凉的精准刻画，亦是对那样一种社会体系的描绘，这种作品的经典之处在于其不因社会形态的变化而消失，却随之在人世间何种阶段都会不断复演——经典永不过时…🥃
7分，太阳之下无新事，新闻行业从来都是这样一个运营规则，掌握了话语权，就掌握了操控的能力
巴尔扎克看穿了欲望的本质啊……一切的龌龊和堕落几百年没变过。有了巴尔扎克的文本，电影已经成功一半了
或许我们曾几何时都扑向过虚荣的陷阱在那片松软的橘黄灯下自命不凡，再美丽的泡沫终会消散，不知那时清醒的还剩几何…
个人很喜欢 很感慨 旁白配合影片 一点都不枯燥 大场面制作也很精美 小细节做的也很妙 在我们日常生活里 许多人何尝不是眼看他起朱楼 宴宾客 眼看他楼塌了 …
昨日可悔否，懵懵离魂身何方。
曾几何时，
我不信十恶不赦的人会金盆洗手，也不信久经沙场的人最后才发现纹身。
而且各位演员的表演也有点不平均，Lucien的演员表现还是比其他人稚嫩了不少。明明是可以拍成Barry Lydon那种史诗气质的片，可惜了。
一直以为男主会一步步逆袭，结果被大算计了！
眼见他起高楼，眼见他宴宾客，眼见他楼塌了。
欢快的小提琴音乐映衬着人物们内心的滑稽，无论他们正在做对的事还是错得事都显得无所谓了，看似很无聊的事其实背后都是生意。一旦破坏了多数者利益，即便是国王也得上断头台。
我想到了所有那些在觉醒之后，必须找到内在力量的人。——幻灭
幻灭，可怜即可悲，同情又觉得一切都是顺理成章的KARMA
没看过原著，但电影宛如一部带画面的有声小说，只听旁白就能知道故事惹。
巴尔扎克的小说，的确厚重。在当下看这部片子，沉重又加了一份。小人物在大洪流中，永远微不足道。
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