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.
-这简直就是我家书架的翻版啊
看着22号奔向中国大地，希望ta不要成为小镇做题家
靠消费主义维系的恋爱是抵抗不了资本主义秩序的。
每次跟家属吵架，感觉过不下去了，心累孤独，都会甩锅给性格不合，无法对话，我喜欢的他get不到，他的频道我也进入不了。而原来，当你们一切都那么合适、兴趣爱好简直复制粘贴，同手同脚，心有灵犀，没有那些狗血的误会、劈腿、女的不作男的不坏，就是两个很真诚的人照着自己很真诚的活法，慢慢地也依然会走向分手。坂元裕二不知道是给了爱情幻想一顿暴击，还是给了现实生活一剂解药——反正换个人也是这样，释然吧。一个人永远不可能跟另一个人分享自己的全部意识，这就是生而为人要面对的境遇。唯有保持内心独立，有幸同行走过一段就全心享受，有朝一日不得不分道扬镳，也能背对背挥手再见。爱很重要，但别把自己困在爱里，记忆的留给记忆，未来的留给未来。
有共鸣当然也会有疏离。当彼此关注点都在共鸣时，疏离就悄悄靠近了。太极是也，阴中有阳，阳中有阴。
原本也就觉得还可以，但结尾那一挥手，真是哭死了。作弊一样的桥段，太好哭了。坂元裕二这个家伙，实在是太会写这种戳人的点了。梦想与现实，恋爱与结婚，这对男女大概就是一体两面吧，从相同的点出发，却终将面临选择，走向岔口，开始各自的人生。此外，文艺青年大多孤独，想找个有共同话语的人很难，由之，才会更懂前半段这对男女发现彼此之后的激动。
来车站的路上，一面看着电影，一面在停歇的空余瞄一眼这劫后余生的城市，太阳照常升起
但我不知道是导演的问题还是编剧的问题，我欣赏的be走向是无论客观条件怎么样，他们彼此正是他们不能在一起的原因。要写出两个人表面相似但根源不同注定无法走到一起的感觉才够深刻。
-我心脏跳动的声音盖过了吹风机的声音
有点困惑的是，跟另世我在一起，真的有恋爱的感觉吗？这难道不是另一种形式的自恋……
坂元裕二写过一个剧叫《最完美的离婚》，现在终于完成了“最完美的恋爱”，完美就完美在绢和麦有最完美的分手。
去年《正常人》的余震还在，差不多整整一年。
很难觉得这样的两个人就能叫soulmate，consumate倒是更贴切吧？我们心疼绢面对求婚说出“还要继续降低标准吗”，自己对真爱的标准却已经降低到穿同款小白鞋、看同样的漫画、打同样的游戏就可以称之为100%合拍的人。这样的标签和北京户口、有房有车、年薪百万有什么差别呢？都是一些可以清清楚楚列在相亲条件上然后会找到那种“看起来很合适的人”的要求。梁永安老师说得真的很好，今天年轻人谈恋爱最大的问题就是，看不见对方，也看不见自己。
生活当然是不在别处的 但是假如22的trial life在非洲贫民窟 ta还是会留恋人生吗？
虽然开头两个人的相识相处怎么看怎么像好基友搅基但偷偷互拍和表白桥段还是被甜到了，工作对人的异化这个点爱了，但是后半段就越拍越平越拍越平...以及，分手后相安无事同居三个月真的有可能吗！这不就更证明了两个人一开始就该发展纯洁的好基友关系吗...
-我心脏跳动的声音盖过了吹风机的声音
我觉得他俩随时都好客气，更适合当一辈子soulmate的那种，特别是分手后还能住三个月，还能聊出轨的时候
原来女主演过《垫底辣妹》，难怪她的笑容让我觉得这么似曾相识。因为的确完全是想象出来的完美爱情吧，所以最后也势必会被现实击碎，虽然无论是前半段还是后半段都有一些你用理性无法去解释的桥段，但是这毕竟就是文青编出来的美好想象嘛，只是既然都这么编了，不如编得彻底美好不是更好嘛～生活已经够苦了，就让我在电影里好好逃避一下呗。以及我很好奇，在日本找工作那么难的吗？要找好几个月？还有日本是真的小呀，异地恋这么方便的哇。最后，我对自己严格要求一下：脆脆，你要永远做个浪漫的人啊！
-她对我说 她喜欢我的画（这句话在内心重复了好几遍）
两个文艺青年恋爱会分手，因为他们高估了共同爱好的重要性，低估了独立生活的艰难。以及，资本主义对人的异化，是爱情的天敌。
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