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.
复古的调子真是太喜欢了。埃德加赖特用他依旧流畅的视听讲述了娱乐圈，时尚圈，艺术圈不过是一个鬼故事。
60s复古服装，60s复古音乐，60s复古舞和60s复古女郎
画面四星，但故事就三星半，也可能是我没看懂。。。一开始以为安雅是女主的分身结果不是，然后我又以为是她妈，也不对，看到结局的时候才想起安雅第一次报地址的时候已经说明了身份了。。。（但是还是没太get这个故事要说个啥。。。）PS女主和安雅仔细看真的有点像！神奇。另黑人小哥演的好做作。。。
惊喜看完！故事简单的像个短篇故事也没什么深刻内涵，但赖特的才华熠熠生辉，整个观感就是丝滑+炫目，赖特擅长的音乐和剪辑依旧一流发挥，加上托马辛麦肯齐和安雅泰勒乔伊两大佳丽诠释，奉献了一场视与听的盛宴。铅黄电影元素玩得飞起。各种转场处理让人想起今敏，舞蹈部分的调度和视听简直可以进教科书。希望赖特赶紧遇到一个丰满的剧本来乘载这些才华。
真凶的设计仿佛暗含隐喻。为了保存自己持续作恶到老。似乎也呼应了伦敦固化的社会结构。但整体看下来片子还是属于比较烂的水平。而且这个结尾应该最不合豆瓣用户的胃口，6.8分明显虚高。
真的是为了安雅泰勒多给两颗星。
这狗屎剧情！导演你不能感觉自己有个好idea就洋洋得意，编不出好剧本就拿出一坨屎来凑！开篇以为是girls help girls或者是双线叙事。后面直接大脑罢工，全无逻辑，降级崩塌，又闹鬼，又精神病的。有病就去治好吗！
挺特别的。错位重合，视觉感很奇妙。有些桥段，欢快乐曲配紧张氛围，反差美。
估计Edgar Wright的巅峰就是《僵尸肖恩》了，离开Simon Pegg后剧本水平一路下滑。其实拍完Baby Driver，他就应该转拍大厂行活，视听剪辑上的功夫还是秒灭James Gunn之类的。作为重度007粉丝，Edgar Wright再次在片中反复致敬，今年《无暇赴死》最后没选他执导，真是双方共同的遗憾。
想给两星，太烦泥菩萨渡人了，虽然知道生活受挫的女主会更加想要帮助“她”，以获得勇气力量巴拉巴拉巴拉，但就是希望泥菩萨渡人之前先让现实之火将自己烧制成型，否则只能一起沉底了。（带对象去看的那条热评有亿点点好笑
对那群男人的刻画真的是，男人们可能不适合看这个片子，对他们不太友好，哦不，是太不友好。
从报警开始，剧情急转直下的，不过整体来看，片子还是太有趣了，算是年度惊喜。
又是一部剧情薄弱毫无说服力的恐怖片，可能这样的电影得在影院看，感受到了导演特别风格化的视听语言，分数还是会打高一点，但这剧情，绝对弱智老套。男人们对桑迪的侵犯也语 焉不详，小埃租了老太太的房，为何会产生这么多关于老太太过去的回放幻听幻视犹如鬼魂附身，也没有很合理的解说。。。然后，电影里的黑人真的太多了吧，为了顺应时下的ZZ 正确，现在的电影真的，晃来晃去都是黑人，所有贱男都是白人，电影里只有唯一一个喜爱女主又挺身而出的好人是黑人，然后最后的时装秀也是，非要弄个黑人模特儿穿这种很欧范的时装。。。看着真的膈应，真的没必要啊，哎！附身这种看多了，也真的是麻木了。
还是那句话，惊悚片放在首位的必须是惊悚氛围的打造，否则一切建立于其上的表达都站不住脚。
补标。没看以为是双女主《霹雳娇娃》，开始看了觉得像《第六感》，看到中间像《魔女嘉莉》，过了一会又变成了《幻影凶间》和《活死人之夜》（霓虹灯都市版），看完才发现，还是《霹雳娇娃》。教科书级别的烂尾片。当然了，喜欢心理恐怖片和对安雅女神的肉体感兴趣的人值得一看。
直线崩坏。全员全景做作。女主也不知是演技还是天然，言行举止太二了，很久没见过这么讨厌的主角。“阁楼上的疯女人”故事题材也很老套，因此哪怕被赖特充塞自己的各种审美怀旧cult趣味，也一点不觉得就可惜了这部片。想不出还能换其他什么拍法才扶得起这么“无聊的讽刺”阿斗剧，赖特也算是被“拖累”了——《僵尸肖恩》的水准嫁接到这么个本子上就显得很蠢。全片还滥用60‘s歌曲，好看也就罢了，难看的话，再好听的歌都得把人折磨到要快进。
还挺喜欢，故事略微老套了一点，但是Mckenzie妹子挺亮眼的。
僵尸出现过多和女主太神经质有点annoying，剧情也有点莫名其妙，不过导演完成了一次很好的对铅黄电影的致敬。
女主的智商和天分成反比啊，复仇正常，但是也不能不问名字就给人搞死啊。。。
New millennium neon noir. Cheesy, story wise, but still better than Baby Driver. Fucking hate that film.
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