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.
嚯！这分虚得！导演真厉害，明明可以稍微早点抖搂出想说的“主题”，却非要搞一个“彩蛋”闪回，弄得整个没有丁点实质性内容，像两集滥俗的电视剧，况且这个所谓的“主题”也是个天大的笑话，徐帆讲“这是我的选择”好似在控诉两千多年这座封建大山压得我别无选择，转口就说“妈妈希望你能过自己想要的生活”，你摸着胸口问问，这不是心口不一是什么？以及，终于有点理解当年金马奖为什么不颁给她了。
这妈妈脸上带着光芒，照亮了他人。坚强乐观地像个完人。
2.哭到忘记了里头有些完全不合理的感情转变，例如他那个弟弟过年回来吃个饺子就洗白了？
用最平常的故事讲述最真挚的感情，各位演员都演的很不错，在面对死亡时，乐观的母亲变得开始害怕；无趣的父亲开始无助；任性的女儿开始学会照顾，这就是“死亡”的可怕。
我这里最不及格的反而是表演，所有的人物形象都如此刻板，经不起审视与推敲。徐帆和许亚军的夫妻关系从第一场戏就浮在表面，直到最后一场也如同隔空而舞，是全片自说自话的缩影。而导演试图在病痛问题和亲子关系间搭建一座桥梁的尝试，最后的成片剪辑确是无比割裂。上一秒是病床上的痛不欲生，下一秒就可以转身咖啡馆为女儿保驾护航。为了呈现母女关系如果只是把老生常谈的那套东西照搬银幕，那感动的泪水未免因太过功利而廉价……
最后正片+彩蛋结束后大家都走了，只剩下我坐在那里看片尾曲。然后在整首歌快结束的时候接到了妈妈的电话叮嘱我回家骑车慢点，就…这种感觉…特别好。尤其是在看完这部电影之后，妈妈的电话非常巧妙的如期而至。我爱我妈😭
也是抱着会流泪得心情去看的电影，想不到就平平无奇无法代入。没办法共情所以没有办法流泪。但是回家路上也有不少感悟。每次涉及生死，（尤其是一个有孩子的妈妈，）确实没有什么更重要的了。对孩子多点耐心吧（可能明天就忘了）
很多次都泪感涌上，但一些表演和镜头设计总在让我跳出来，铺垫虽好猜但也有用，但一些距离感的东西还是又对冲掉了，这很可惜。
徐帆演的妈妈太过了，全程慈眉善目谆谆教诲，没有情绪，不够生活化，不像来自烟火市井里的妈妈。中国女性的现状，一辈子都在为家庭操持，包括伏地魔。
徐帆随便说说话就成了电影，而其他人连话都讲不好
看到这个题材和名字我就翻白眼，可再俗套的剧本可这个不管不顾就是要收拾要抓着唠叨甚至带着菜奔赴我家人设给我套住了，完全就是我妈妈啊！全片下来共鸣的点还算不是特别做作，可能源自女儿扮演者清新的气质，配角稳定的配戏表演。徐帆的母亲只能说是固定的徐帆表演但是很吃这个角色气质，不管如何要鼓励此类题材聚焦了中年女性的生活给国内更多此年龄段女演员发光的机会。
强行煽情最为致命遇到这么控制欲强的妈偷看手机翻垃圾桶真的是窒息 为了戏剧冲突而冲突真的没必要
母亲为了丈夫，弟弟和女儿操劳一生，为了他们好也害了他们。一定要理解上一代母亲的选择，也希望这一代女性能选择自己想过的生活。
看过原版，这个版本让人感觉一口气吊住却没上来的感觉，原版是妈妈生病以后，所有人的情感都开始互相坦诚，所有人都开始面对自己，而这个版本呢？好像大家还是各过各的日子，只是因为生了病同时她所以过去的一切就算了吧这种感觉，女儿的工作转换也是，忽然就得到了好工作，忽然就变好了。
故事很套路，但感情过度溢出如我还是忍不住流了很多眼泪。不喜欢女儿去南极的设定，真就落实了片尾曲“我偷走你的梦”。值得称赞的是母亲去世前的最后一个镜头，导演选择的是夫妻而不是母女。妈妈不应该只是妈妈，中国人的亲子关系不应该总是互相亏欠。
剧情感觉无比熟悉 才发现其实翻牌自韩国电影《世界上最美的离别》所有的角色设定与原片基本一样 本土化处理的还算合格 剧情润色上就差了很多 许多专场显得很僵硬 但对于每个被妈妈爱的孩子来说还是很好哭的 尤其徐帆演绎的季老师和我妈妈有很多相似之处 都带有老师那种严厉温柔的爱 嘴上的苛责与关心的最多的却是快乐与健康 影片的结局是完美的 在生命的尽头 终于都活成了喜欢的模样
浮夸。最大的收获是跟徐帆学到了“乱七八糟”的另一种说法——“乱八七糟”。
我希望，我能够以本片中张婧仪的角色为戒，对家庭给予更多关注，对父母保持克制，这也是一生的修行。我更希望，社会对母亲和癌症患者给予更多关注，更多地思考中国女性的自我意识。
脸谱化的人物，戏剧化的冲突，每个人的标签都好明显，因而显得特别脱离生活。大喜大悲的剧本，真的煽情不出来，只让人觉得如坐针毡
太恶心了，从这片开始徐帆说第一句话的时候我就明显感觉要凉，这种“小女人”的声音和说话方式怎么可能适合出演这样的一个母亲角色，直接导致全程我完全不能入戏和共情，再加上里面的人可以说没有一个是正常的，什么自认为自己什么都不行就直接去当小三的女儿，不知道嚣张什么的弟弟，宛如机器人一般的丈夫等。真的太狗血、太恶心了，妈的，看完居然能让我“骂娘”，这片子也是牛逼。
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