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.
人性冷暖，灵魂百态……狭小空间，精彩纷呈！
为了情怀给个四星吧 虽然感觉画风变了好多 而且按照剧版最后续缘的东方月初已经很老了 既然黑狐只是分身 富贵也杀了它 那么权潼后面发生的故事应该是面对真正的黑狐才让富贵转世的 猜测下一部就是权潼2了
可以说是个大败笔了，也就是画面精致了点，虽然看起来补全了一些设定，但是又有很多出入，最重要的是不晓得为啥演出看起来奇奇怪怪。
画风丑，剧情白痴，打斗场面垃圾，人物对白苍白……
我去！我太爱这种电影了！一镜到底看得我情绪持续高涨直接带入崩溃了！
额，这里的生活真有一镜到底般的压迫感，哪的小领导都会喊你要不想干外面一长串人等着排队！甜点部母亲和儿子的那一个拥抱，年轻的时候怀疑着一切总有外来神秘力量的召唤。
一言难尽……节奏尴尬，转场奇怪，剧情像流水账一样，台词也很奇怪，说话好像老是在强调二货道士和妖仙姐姐这两个称呼一样，一点都不像是两个人在交流的感觉，听着很不自然。东方不仅大换脸，露出的腹肌也实在是太出戏了……
3）一个小时的影片里很多画面都是原来的剧集出现过而且是一模一样的。可以理解是为了让观众回忆起之前的剧情并且串联上。但至少有15分钟也太长了吧！
月红1没看过 就看了 下沙 王权 直接看月红2 剧情很棒 开始慢慢喜欢。
老实说很失望，没有特别的热血也没有特别的感动…
为了看月红二我专门充了鹅厂VIP，但是电影的人物画风真的emmmm一言难尽，狐妖是我看的第一部动漫，月红真的是意难平，毕竟白苏和月红应该只能存在一对，续缘那又一次狠狠虐了我，虽说人物画风由于某些原因，雷到了我，但更多的是情怀吧，也期待新大在漫画中对月红故事的补充
最后的结局有丝丝突兀却又是料想之中
东方全程露腹肌，露的也没有美感，只感觉美人风评被害。不想吐槽了，槽点太多。就挺失望的。
东方月初你出息了，居然敢当面求婚了，你现在觉得彩礼准备齐了吗233333而且最后转世续缘成功四舍五入就是求婚成功了啊
这部句真的好好看，慢慢的美好回忆，十分推荐
细节好评，毛绒绒的苦情树花朵，细腻的涂山场景，都相当不错看，不知道官方能不能给个高清的树当壁纸玩玩
为了多看月红两眼才看的，结果全程画风崩出天际，还我美人！！
3）一个小时的影片里很多画面都是原来的剧集出现过而且是一模一样的。可以理解是为了让观众回忆起之前的剧情并且串联上。但至少有15分钟也太长了吧！
主厨表情的控制是个亮点。让人无法忍受的是台词，重复的台词，大量重复的口语，相当琐碎，烦人
观众也慢慢积累对人物的好感，直到一切最终被注定要到来的暴力打破、打碎、摧毁。“悲剧就是将美好的事物打碎给你看”，稍纵即逝的平静和闪电般的暴力之间强烈的对比和转换凸显了命运的无常和无可奈何。北野武的电影大抵如此，
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