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.
能把‘一把年纪轧姘头’的市井故事讲得那么洋气，上海可以的。换个场景大概就是住纽约soho的大龄艺术家刷Tinder找date，约会要去off-Broadway看剧，然后一群人天台露台喝酒开派对的故事。
原来大陆能拍出这么好笑的饮食男女片啊，简直超出我的想象了。既不沉重也不轻浮，它就是刚刚好，看了会心一笑。
对爱情内核的探讨也只是小资的隔靴搔痒，到底没谈出什么东西来，文青喜欢这个也能理解。
和你们不一样，我是去看宁理的，而且因为讨厌爱情题材所以期待很低，看完居然老满意额。上海话亲切，音乐不觉得出戏，大话不觉得刻意，刻板印象不觉得尴尬，看前在首页刷到的所有“问题”都不觉得是问题（甚至很多事我或我身边的人都亲身遇到过，比如虽然不是上海人，前段时间去上海电影节赶场停自行车时被拦住，我知道老乌当时那种不快。
二十岁的一次艳遇将他罗马倾塌，成为一辈子喋喋不休的坊间传闻情史大话；
对我来说就是五颗星，全程日常，却没有一句废话。每个人物都那么鲜活，笑中带泪。
另外，当影院的灯暗下来，电影却没有那么容易进入，导演仿佛急于把自己的巧思呈现给观众，镜头破碎，脉络并不连贯，影响我沉浸。
沪语式的打情骂俏和拌嘴唠嗑小品拉成了两个小时，没有故事支撑的小聪明就很显得无聊。台词可以说是接地气，但电影里的生活并不是，披着一张前殖民地中精致上海的皮，描摹出来的中年上海人的爱与嗔怪，有爱情有理想有文艺，一个个性格面目鲜明的人物，被安插在弄堂口巷子里阁楼上，吃咖啡喝酒品鲫鱼汤，是社交网络里精心布置出来的那一面，唯独没有扎根成长在这个城市里的生存感。
有生之年还能体会到电影院的意义：大家一起放声大笑
隔靴搔痒无病呻吟，还有，找个穆斯林冒充意大利人，当观众是眼瞎？
优点很明显：时髦、舒服、立意好、三个女演员光彩熠熠；但缺点也很明显：故事和主题都太散，看到老乌死了以后就在想不会就这么结束了吧还什么都没讲呢，虽然最后一段落脚在爱情上，但总觉得太弱太淡了
太太太打動人了。🌟這部電影給我一個美好的平安夜。🌟每個部分我都愛！這個電影對我而言是一個新的分水嶺，導演讓我相信，我們開始探索愛情了。❤️（生活有些變扭，但電影很美）
3.5蛮轻盈的都市生活小品。影院坐了一半笑点低的上海阿姨，伴随全程方言评论音轨，恨不得进到戏里轧一角儿。
但又似乎踮踮脚也还够得着。
金句很多，但整体到底讲了什么，饭局很棒，好歹学一学《饮食男女》让富婆倪虹洁睡了白鸽，让徐峥喊一句“该死的老猫”。。。
从爱情片来看，有天真，有成熟。成年人可能不那么相信现实里有爱情神话，但碰到爱情的坑，躲也躲不过，断舍离不管用的。成熟带来包容，包容带来多元，多元爱情观的碰撞挺有意思。身为地域电影，上海故事，上海演员，上海风情。就像是爱情片但不限于爱情，这片地域色彩浓烈但风味也不局限于上海。
市井上海人×明星意大利人，门到一股海派米道。周野芒的故事如电影般迷离梦幻、亦真亦假——人生如影、影如人生。
#电影院# 并不像伍迪艾伦，还以为看了部侯麦
失望多于惊喜，新时代消费主义国产片，消费的一定是女，被嫖的一定是男，住的是市中心，约的是咖啡馆，掼浪头要费里尼，开画展要在外滩18号， “断舍离”，“送上门” ，像男主角家里的一幅幅画一样一个个标签符号横飞，台词直白抖机灵，虽然没觉得媚上海，但是很媚女观众，一边暗搓搓地搞暧昧一边把男权思维喷得狗血淋头，为什么彰显需要贬低作前提，我们的电影不是0就是1，永远看不到融合的0.5
八面玲珑的一部电影。从都市轻喜剧来看，笑点数量达标，保持着一种难得的轻盈感，令人舒适。言语中机锋密布，有斤斤计较的尖刻，也有得饶人处且饶人、懒得计较或不必计较的松弛。
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