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.
很热闹。老外真会制造气氛，就像青芥末，眼泪刚刚涌出来，又来劲了…
曲子还行，道具布景真的棒，但是故事很散，音乐剧每幕的衔接过渡也很潦草，仿佛一个大杂烩
我们只是不断的前进，不断的遇见，却不是不断的长大
p1『你如今的气质里，藏着你走过的路，读过的书和爱过的人。』
感知自己已经失去太多可能，也会同时了解所谓人生也只是一些可能，人总是在自己还是无法成为大人的感慨中慢慢长大，那些让身体中的词语终于成佛的无非想念、忏悔和恐惧。难说深入但还真切，突然暗淡的东京塔等细节味道很对，顺记忆一路回溯的结构也发挥了作用。虽然整体上也没给出特别具有新意或深意的表达，但在牵引观众投入情绪的同时还是相当程度上避免了夸饰和矫情。最后的感慨就是已经看到好多部面对或至少涉及疫情下人生存状态和生命体验的日影了，相比那些呈现或创意上的花活，这种敏锐和决心才是创作上真正的当代感和现代性。
卧槽 Netflix不要自己拍电影了吧 还是去买吧。没一部能看的。导演什么玩意儿。人物觉得自己像垃圾就躺在垃圾堆上，人物turn off了，东京塔就熄了，人物不想结婚身后就有人拍婚纱照。森山未来天天撩他那个丑头。表演极其尴尬，调度全靠巧合（说完尴尬的话，电话就来了） 只有东出好看，又让他站在消防梯上抽烟，（剽窃滨口龙介都不换演员的吗？）声音处理也极其极其刻意，而看不出意义。
有很长一段时间我都把不间断看完一部电影当作一种不可动摇的信仰般的“宗教仪式”——但随着年纪增长首先动摇的却是日渐不能集中到底的精力——有不少电影因为我的不能坚持而割裂了观看情绪导致事后不停的暗自神伤以至恨屋及乌迁怒于影片本身不够吸引——但是日影尤其是对生命状态极度写实的文艺片总能拯救我于无力感哪怕不能一口气看完分成两个下午、三个下午都无所谓——总是那些低回的旋律和青蓝的色调伴随着忧郁而冷静的镜头兜兜转转就轻易把我再次代入情节里——“丧”是个情感消极的贬义词却也未尝不是个表述茫然踯躅在高低不就生活里的中性词。
三星半。逆时针的“流水账”，和《花束般的恋爱》实际也没有太多对比性，但却又有着极有效的共情力。
尽管前三分之二的剧情有多么无聊，转折有多么生硬，但还是被最后演出的情绪感染到了。
相对音乐来讲故事弱了一个等级，但是歌是真的好听，最后的show视效太美了
A Sky Full of Stars响起来的时候好像回到了17年夏天的现场，一下被戳中
电影版名声大噪，剧情和选曲一样欢乐。但人物太多分散了高光，新旧角色都没有留下凸出的人物线，就看过就过了，应该不会有第三部了……吧
3.8/看到最后 有点释然也有点哽咽感 这个标题和「无法成为野兽的我们」有异曲同工之妙 这个世界上 有百分之八十的人都是垃圾 还有百分之二十都是人渣 而我们？我们既成不了合格的大人 也做不了凶悍的野兽
U2唱歌了好耶，and评论区怎么这么多福瑞控。（首先我是福瑞控，虽然我是福瑞控，但这不代表我不是福瑞控，就算我是福瑞控，我也依然是福瑞控，所以我是福瑞控，最后声明我是福瑞控。）
总之，画面好看，音乐动听，如果忽略掉剧情缺陷的话，还是一部很不错的合家欢动画。
1代好听，2代又好看又好听，光版权就足回票价了。如果有上映的话。
歌方面感觉没有前作那么好，可能是我的个人喜好问题吧。
小剧场的艺人们突破自己走向更大的舞台实现梦想 剧情和人物塑造都不如第一季 转变来得有点突然 不过歌还是好听的
续集全片主要依靠欢快热闹的歌曲支撑，核心内涵不如第一部。第一部题材是平民选秀，特别能够触动观众心灵，引发情感共鸣。而续集内容从头到尾是音乐剧筹备到演出的流水账，所以相比于第一部，续集引发共鸣的情感内核较为薄弱。
每人心中都有老茧，足够厚的时候要削削，一层层拔离，最后见到最初命定的不曾愈合的伤口。我们都无法成为大人，是因为我们无法自控的甘心让伤口变成老茧。那时的那点儿伤在我们开始老去时才可以治愈。影片及原著的倒叙方式恐怕只有过来人才会触目心惊。
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