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.
为所爱之人而死为天下苍生而死，永远能戳我😭
这是每一位女性的必看影片，也是当下某些地方正在发生的事，体会不到生育之痛的男人永远只能隔岸观火甚至乘火打劫。
很稳的叙述，冷静如用日记里记录的笔触，详尽且私人，将状态娓娓道来，将苦难直接剖白。
第3472-身为男性，支持女性有自主选择权。那些宣称禁止堕胎的人是没摊到自己身上吧。
是自己曾经最喜欢的那类电影，精湛的剧作让场景被无数的细节推动，又很擅长运用电影的手段（e.g.流畅的镜头内调度和反打特写之间的突变，低频的、接近心脏状态的声响效果），在局部显露那些情感的振荡、在整体揭示女孩内心和外部的迁移，让观众去真实地共情这个病态社会下的女性困境。这种文本和风格的高度统一，很容易联想起坎皮恩的手法（只是这次坎皮恩操作了一个心理结构）。至于一些更具体的所想，被一位友邻都写到了
没有什么比最近看完“堕胎三部曲”更应景的事儿了。如果身体都不是自己的，那还有什么是自己的呢？
并不喜剧，致敬和思考挺多
虽然节奏、调度、音乐和演员都堪称优秀。但以偷窥视角展示身体，以一种近乎残忍的方式要求观众共情，在威慑大于同情和愤怒时，不是宣称子宫自由，是反滥交。
冰冷的器具进入Anne身体的瞬间，尖锐的痛感，如抽筋般的纠缠，都蔓延到身体的器官里。再有其他的感觉都很难再描述这部电影的观后感。
怀孕是一种只有女人会得的疾病，把人变成家庭主妇。拍堕胎还是女导演更会，女人最痛还是女人最懂。全片色调温暖清新，比《四月三周两天》热情许多，但是底色一样悲凉。性爱之中没有平等，女人是拿快感（也不一定存在）在赌。好在是好结局，她还有明天，还能写故事。
在这个时代，面对着男权制下的压迫与宗教剥削（就像前段时间的一位…
影片聚焦的矛盾是极端个人主义与极端集体主义之间的激烈碰撞。最大的争议点在于，作为一个「母体」空间，我们该把阶梯教室里《正发生》的悲剧视为个体性悲剧，还是当作集体性悲剧。如何认定？谁来认定？教授的「标准」答案是其中一个尺度，女主和她的同学分别给出了两种同等残酷的标准：爱情的特殊普遍性，即「阶级」跃迁，和做爱的普遍特殊性，即「挂科」劝退。幸与不幸，在「大部分医生都反对堕胎」的年代，女主坐在了「政治」正确的对立面，并于当下成为了「政治」正确的代言人。显然，这个引起生理和心理严重不适的决定她是在理性加持的非理性状态下作出的，即在爱情语境下将政治的文学性与文学的政治性统一了起来。为此，对于「反复」做爱的人而言，这是痛并快乐的「清除」手术；对于怀孕的人来说，这是需要承担风险和独自承受痛苦的「分娩」过程。
7.1分。
克制隐忍的现实主义力作 浅焦的运用得当
同主题的作品不少了，它不是最好的，但让人可以通过银幕去疼痛并沉默，只要世界上还有一个女性的身体无法让她自己做主，就是有必要的
（共挡写诗不是爱情是政治，李商隐写诗不是爱情是宦海沉浮怀才不遇）
美国那边推翻罗伊韦德案，咱们这边也要重拳出击提高生育率，子宫长在女人身体里，怎么女人自己就不能有堕胎权？我看不懂这个世界。大量的长镜头，浅焦近景甚至特写，焦虑着凝视，色调反而时常也会有很南法的明媚，故事上选择了留白，且视角并不直接批判，但这才更切肤啊！
8/10
简单，直白，有力。
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