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.
搞不懂女主角的存在意义，男二一个就能顶上她的作用。
不知道在干嘛 一个点都get不到 期待落空
在3和4之间。
充满装腔作势的台词和戏码，三十分钟后就继续不下去了
和导演之前几部片子一脉相承，charlie two chins那段乳华了妈的
“I don’t play celebrity gambling,I play anonymous gambling”
只是想看看oscar听他声音的我没想到这是一部这么深邃的片子…… 难受的高潮还是在最后的转折
我觉得把最后34分钟截掉，反而是个比较完整的故事～～
本来应该给3分 毕竟oscar很帅 而且镜头也不错 但是最近真的厌倦这种遮遮掩掩的 还遮掩得不够有趣的 看得人好累
有种90年代剧情片的感觉，两个男主选的都不错，特别是伊萨克，造型非常有张力。罪与罚，是与非，在人间的审判之上的是“上帝”的审判。
奥斯卡太辣太帅了，剧情比较平淡，但是结局还不错
整个事件就是环环相扣的系统性悲剧，看得令人无力。本来其实拍得很好，前半段的视听效果什么的都非常厉害，即trippy也让人好几次想起出租车司机。但是后劲无力，编入俗了，从某一个配乐很好的桥段开始慢慢走上了下坡路。男主角基本上独角戏吧，演得虽然看得出用力但是很优秀，男二不太行（又或许演太好？），完全没有什么存在感。想给四星但是扣一扣，因为女性角色都是工具人。
7.5 lol Paul Schrader....
感情上来说，非常温吞，感觉会是一场大雨，结果最后只是一场毛毛雨。本片的唯一看点大概是Oscar Isaac，刮了胡子，梳着背头，又是另外一种魅力。
男主演技相当不错，几乎一个人完成了一部电影，还能不分神的看完。只是以我的肤浅认识还是以失败而告终，不免充满遗憾。
人生如牌局，男主的冷静与隐忍是为了做个社会化的“好人”，但没有正确释放的权欲和攻击欲最终都要找到一个宣泄的出口。导演的童年生活对心理影响应该挺大的。
5.0分，叙事方式以及文本人设的枯燥导致观影感受很无趣。应该有更好的呈现方式。
我也想oscar isaac一边骂我一边朝我扔钱
牌场较量很有趣又出彩。
就算保罗·施拉德一遍又一遍地在重复自己以往的创作那又如何呢？我反正很吃这一套。电影的质感令人着迷，奥斯卡·伊萨克对角色的掌握沉稳且精准，我非常喜欢。
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