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.
最后10分钟这劲儿可真大，周围都是擦眼泪的；小段落节奏有一点点问题，几乎可忽略不计；沈腾的表演克制了许多，刚刚好；太有诚意了，纪念自己的母亲、新人导演处女作，我不听我要给满分
还行吧，同样题材感觉没有重返二十岁，乘风破浪拍的好，想看也是因为有沈腾
回到还未褪色的时光，只为看看你栩栩如生的笑脸。寻找不曾兑现的幸福，只想弥补你念念不忘的遗憾。我曾以为一事无成是我的命运，直到明白平安喜乐才是你的初心。我曾以为勇夺冠军是你的荣耀，后来懂得身为母亲才是你的骄傲。我活了这么久也不明白什么是幸福，但我最幸福的时刻，是听见你亲口说：我宝。在泪水和掌声中，李焕英结结实实的宠了贾玲一次。这是剧作的胜利，而不是导演的胜利，是普世价值的胜利，而不是喜剧电影的胜利。下辈子争着当妈不是占便宜，而是知道身为母亲的不容易。冷特的存在，也是母亲为了给贾玲看似失败的人生所给予的一种弥补，反向包围式的反转杀伤力太强。剧本结构可参考《夏洛特烦恼》，二者都是一种回望后的热泪盈眶，但贾玲显然是在用拍电影的方式弥补内心的遗憾，和陈凯歌一样，她需要在一个仪式化的场景中完成某种宣泄。
(集合了中国中/老年妇女典型形象的演员，母亲的两个酒窝和贾玲的那一对笑起来，故事就让人相信了~)
单论电影本身还是有很多毛病，但我共情了贾玲对母亲的感情和母爱。
还是超出预期的，因为我不是很喜欢小品。结尾双穿越的设定很巧妙啊，但感觉结尾还需要再打磨一下，有点突兀。喝酒那场戏简直可以提名影后，是我看过最逼真的演出，实在太真挚了，根本无法抵抗。真诚的力量太强大了，完成度也还比较高，有笑有泪，三星打底一点毛病挑不出。作为粉丝多给一颗星，贾玲第一部电影鼓励一颗星
给父母了一碗水，就以为自己爱父母无与伦比，哪知道父母对子女的爱深如大海。
这个故事告诉我们，真诚的创作可以弥补其他任何不足。
没有感觉特别好，如果撇除十几分钟的泪点，其他部分都是很平庸的电影。这部电影最大的特质是真诚，还有最后打在字幕上的“从我有记忆起，妈妈就是中年妇女的样子”，这句话太动人了，太发人深省了。
用能留下最长久的形式追忆纪念最爱的人
没有感觉特别好，如果撇除十几分钟的泪点，其他部分都是很平庸的电影。这部电影最大的特质是真诚，还有最后打在字幕上的“从我有记忆起，妈妈就是中年妇女的样子”，这句话太动人了，太发人深省了。
贾玲在王牌说：我把心掏出来给你们看了。呜呜呜呜呜呜呜，你确实是，这么多年第一次在电影院哭到抽抽
最感人的段落是贾玲喝高了说下辈子她当妈（她应该是真的很想念妈妈吧）。
让我绷不住落泪、有所共情的点是，晓玲发现妈妈也是穿越过来的时候，是因为发现妈妈年轻时是不会缝衣服的。我妈妈之前跟我聊天，无意中也说过，她年轻时也是什么都不会做的小姑娘，可是有了我之后，她什么都会了。妈妈也有过青葱岁月，曾是明媚的少女，有了女儿之后，扛下一切，成了无所不能的人。
演员真的有相像不出戏，年轻妈妈演得好温柔，好美，笑起来好好看，又感动！最后结尾真的哭得我喘不过来气，555~不敢带妈妈去看了。场景，表演都很细腻，感觉很用心，不愧是我最喜欢的贾玲！
故事挺烂的，到最后却也有种莫名的感动，看看这阴霾的世界，这虚伪的周遭，唯一能戳中所有国人的，也唯有如此炽烈而不讲缘由不顾后果的亲情了罢。
五星感人，最后反转不生硬，春节档最佳电影，真的没有之一。
剧情非常不合理。同样的套路故事讲的还不如〖我才不要和你做朋友呢〗。整个电影爸爸的存在就是屁吗？所有要找家长的事情都是妈妈去，孩子所有事情都是找妈妈，爸爸就是谢师宴出现了一个喝酒的背影，谢师宴回家都是妈妈骑车带孩子…没必要为了突出母爱，搞成丧偶式育儿吧！孩子高中都毕业了，做假证，不违法吗？这样的溺爱式教育不失败吗？为了搞笑而搞笑为了煽情而煽情…贾玲虽然很可爱，但是演高中生，跟章子怡演上阳赋少女不是一回事吗？两分不能更多了，尴尬症我都犯了。
爸爸妈妈准备好自挂东南枝，
没有studio sytem般工业化的国产电影，就像没有严师辅导的差生班，散兵游勇，野蛮生长，随意发挥，差是常态，偶尔能有几个好的就是惊喜。但最怕的就是，全班都捧在手心的“好学生”，外面的学生凑过来一看：“就这”？！
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