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.
好真实啊，母亲的价值观一直变成一个严厉的自我在脑海中时不时批评自己，直到大学离开家才好一些，结婚后，她的影子也才又少了一些。以前读书总看到男作家侃侃而谈那种哪吒式的父子关系，我却无论如何无法理解。现在越来越母女关系的作品出现，这世界才终于有点应该有的样子。
又是大段大段的阳光姐妹淘和烂歌，实在很难顶。
不愧同是出自Domee Shi手，父母讓孩子尷尬到不斷錘牆，角色同樣的躊躇，內心絞著手拍都不敢跟家人講一句真心話，如同困局、反覆、詛咒一樣的家庭以一句I’ll proud of u來化解溝通困境未免太過輕而易舉地一筆帶過了啦，好淺顯的子供向世紀大和解
我说我怎么这么喜欢男团那首歌，原来是碧梨兄妹写的，体育馆那段流行乐+诵经绝了。中国风元素演绎的很棒！
和包宝宝一样充满令人不适的刻板印象，所谓变红和初潮的隐喻也生硬尴尬，哪能联系得上啊？功利心太强，是做不出真情实意的东西的。
超好看啊，从内核到形式！用red比喻初潮啥的不说了，喜欢这个古老神话延续到现代社会的故事壳子（会想到good hunting）！（这不比soul好看？
内心的小野兽是藏不住的～活出自我真的太棒了！
看了让人心情巨好的一部“爱情神话”。像冬天里的一锅热汤饭。导演用生活流素描笔法展现了新上海带点雅致和讲究的烟火气，上海的市井生活是有其独特生态的，尤其是新时代背景下的上海风貌，人们的说话方式、生活习惯跟我们印象中老上海石库门里的那种市井生活大不相同。那个一直爱吹牛的老乌、昨夜还坐在一起喝酒聊天的老乌，说没就没了，荒唐吗？可这就是中年人会遇到的命题啊，面对突如其来的死亡、变故、离别。这不是简单的致敬，这是将费里尼的精神融入电影了。给平凡的生活加点浪漫的佐料，有什么错呢？
power woman啊，以“变形”来审视当代女性——先是身体变化，再是精神坚强，继而接受自己的个性，方可拥有独立人格。没有像样的对手，所有冲突均集中于掌控一切的严母和热爱自由的女儿之间的家庭冲突，也得亏了母亲，女儿才能找到她所谓的女性品质。
3.5/5，靠一点可爱和毛茸茸取胜！故事很常规，内心monster的故事融在家族文化和历史里，文化性很强
青春会有焦虑烦恼，也会有兴奋激动，皮克斯这次抓住了这点开始做文章，可以说是稳定输出了，讲出了要做自己的道理，也讲了亲情，也是难得的没有偏见的亚裔形象。
这个的制作思路比较怪，内容是中国的，叙事风格是日本的，制作是美国的……有点三国演义的意思。
从 Coco 到 Turning Red，Pixar 是铁了心要把那些对孩子避而不谈的、曾经作为过孩子的我们依旧避而不谈的窗户纸捅破。但这一次所有对立与撕裂也都是软乎乎、毛绒绒的，每一次或大或小的矛盾冲突都会迎来松松软软的着陆和烤棉花糖般的融化。每一针都戳得太准了，但真共鸣起来才发现一切明明是更痛的：那种敏感、尴尬、自我撕扯所刻下的抓痕不仅仅是浅浅地留在墙上，那些独断专行、不容置疑的后面还有更多的自我怀疑、自我否定和惴惴不安。好像没有人真正教过我们如何成为一个女人，就像没有人真正教过我们如何成为一个母亲。而每一次回头，也不是总是能迎来仿佛理所应当的拥抱。
红熊猫好可爱！
全是女性的制作组我真的太喜欢了，这不仅仅是一个好故事，还有很多细腻的独属于女性的情感，作为一个女孩看真的太容易共情了。
又是西方人眼中的亚裔亲子关系。请不要过于妖魔化华裔父母。里面有些情节简直无聊又猎奇。
最感动的是竹林里少女时期的妈妈被女儿拉着手往前走，一步步变成现在的妈妈，然后走向姥姥和七大姑八大姨……过于真实，多少人就是这样一路走来。其实理解甚至希望会有越来越少的观众对这类题材感同身受，因为意味着正在有越来越多的路，可以与心中的野兽同行。
旧时的祝福却成为现时的诅咒，世界的守护却成为自我的惩罚。在竹林里牵起痛哭女孩的手，告诉她可以不用追求完美，取悦母亲，但她还是选择封印了红熊猫。你的野兽又脏又臭，怪异又与众不同。但它也可以让你飞檐走壁，带给别人快乐。你的自我本是上天的赐福，却被规训被压抑被教化，长成藏起尾巴的大人。
青春期的痛与撕扯最大的难题，是父母愿不愿意放手，孩子愿不愿意离开，通常孩子是急着离开，但也有人心怀内疚。
宗祠特地强调不是男的，是女人，还是动物保护着。。。
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