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.
主题应该就是关塔那摩心理创伤后遗症发作，和赌桌上的算计好像没什么关系。
不知道翻译的问题还是剧情的问题 整部片子很乱 没什么深意 他俩为啥来电我压根就没搞懂 一头雾水
味很正的小妞电影，正到让我怀疑今年是不是2012年
给美国小镇青少年看的爱情爆米花电影。非说亮点的话，相较于其他此类电影，该片将男女主对彼此肉体的渴望，拍得挺直白的
好一出浓郁节日氛围的小调，TiTa TiTa…
男主很帅呀，我学会一句夸奖：提醒我给你的健身教练写感谢信
听说甜度爆表/正能量takeaway：在事业上很有冲劲闪闪发光的女生惹人爱/现实：首先你对面得坐一个帅哥
男女主真的很搭，但是转折的真的太硬了，咣甩过来个包袱，很生硬的只为了推动剧情发展，四星～
还不错，男主太性感了哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈，结局有点硬凹…剧中有一些地方忍不住姨母笑哈哈哈哈哈哈
But I personally don't think it's okay for them to behave like this at work. It really creates bad working conditions. If I were their collegue, I'll 😡.
A fairly cute pastime.
欢喜冤家？确定不是闷骚一对？欢喜的部分空洞且浮夸，冤家的部分做作又尴尬。我是不清楚美国人的恋爱观，反正女主的所作所为看着就反胃。
因为一个剪辑视频看的 明显剪辑视频更好看
8.0 这部片子比《第一归正会》平易近人多了。放到今年倒是能挤进十佳了。那年第一归正会没这运气。
剧情就是一坨shit...男女主都很养眼，尽管两人毫无CP感，完全不来电。P.s. BGM值得多给一星～
回想起来很多美国纽约的场景，其实电影并没有在疯狂拍外景，帅哥美女的颜值已经深深刻画在观众眼里。是一次次试探，是一次次被吸引，也是一次次难以抑制的喜欢，还是那个经典爱情片的味道，看着欢喜。再加上圣诞的氛围，婚礼的仪式感，职场的小火花，这样的商业片足以，慰藉孤独与麻木的日常生活。有滋有味多好，因为那个人在你身边，点燃你的火花，对生活对自己，突然清醒。老套路，但是感情依旧，让人买账。好喜欢这种简单的美好的电影。相信还有美好的感情。只有那种绿色能衬托你的眼睛。
男主角身材长相都不可否认的好 但是剧情真的是乱七八糟奇形怪状
荷尔蒙爆棚的，让人忍不住嘴角上扬的，爱情喜剧电影。
我就喜欢爆米花小鸡电影，俊男美女势均力敌终成眷属！什么艺术美学、什么叙事设置、什么悬念、什么文化价值，不需要，就要好看！就要浪漫！就要最最最简单直接的crush！
老套路了~~~~只要男人多金帅脸又深情，女人就是又爱又恨发神经
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