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.
好电影。好多动人的细节。汤姆·希林他又帅又好又帅又帅又帅又帅又帅又帅
现代主义小说的图像呈现，碎片式剪辑，散乱无中心的叙事，癫狂的人物，糜烂而荒诞的生活。不该活的人依旧活着，本应活着的人悲惨死去，这是对魏玛末世的讽刺与悼念，讽刺德国即将到来的末日，悼念那时尚存理想的青年。
我今年看过最忧郁的电影。没有什么不合时宜，毁灭是我们的命运。
这是一部有灵光的电影，一个荒诞的时代发生什么都不会让人惊讶，但还好还有爱情
坚定了推翻重拍的信念 2021还可以有这样的做法！
五分钟弃,受不了拿4:3当什么高级比例的装逼派,以及这拍得也太过意识流了,要发梦回家慢慢发,别拍出来.德式摇滚也都挺土的...掉渣那种土
科妮莉亚说的话仿佛就像在说给法比安一样：我离开你是为了和你在一起，你会继续爱我吗？你会愿意继续看着我，以及拥抱我吗？哪怕还有另外一个男人。
恐惧和仇恨的声音不能再高过思想和心灵的，人类尊严的时代即将到来。理性和权力不能兼有。
TomSchilling真好看。
太喜欢了，法比安是那些内心纯良但又无路可走者的缩影。
湖底沉静着无数颗曾经想要掀起滔天巨浪的小石子。
法比安还没学会游泳就溺死在这个人生间的漩涡当中，事业、爱情、亲情一切的一切如同一个巨大的漩涡，死死地缠绕着他，让他一步步一点点走向毁灭。最后时刻，似乎还有点希望，似乎幸福的大门悄悄打开一个缝，但又是过眼云烟。
活着是侥幸，死亡才是必然。
呜呜。// 可爱的法比安终将被暗涌的湖面所吞没，而之后的德国会发生什么不用我说，政治的隐喻无处不在最开始离谱，而后来才发现对我们而言的荒漠才是那个时代的“真实”。手持镜头快速剪辑，漂亮的汤姆希林，最可怜的不是天真的陨落，而是明明在努力保持清醒，却依然不敌，命运的洪流。
3小时的片长，老电影的画幅比，勾勒出1930年代魏玛共和国青年男女们的颓废糜烂。
坚定了推翻重拍的信念 2021还可以有这样的做法！
法比安纯粹又迷茫，是疯狂时代里我们每一个人。镜头太棒，三个小时一点都不觉得冗长。片后连线汤姆希林，他说拍摄时期的他处于迷茫状态，恰好和片中男主状态有重合，于是能更好演绎。
虽然但是，三个小时还是显得有点长了。看到最后的我，疲惫失落迷茫，憋闷得想要叹气。活着只是偶然，死亡才是必然。
除了颜值实在是在炫技的坑里找不到太多有意思的内容。
太爱了。魏玛时代混沌的社会，一切精神都充满了撕裂，正直与道德无法生存。希望拥抱爱情最后却溺水身亡的作家。只有真实才会给人以慰藉，只有真实的慰藉才给人以活下去或者死亡的勇气。
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