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.
哭得很累，然后清醒地知道我和我妈的问题更难解决。
口罩真是太好用了，活活哭湿了一整个。我发现全世界的妈妈都太好哭了，不论是印度的《神秘巨星》还是日本的《垫底辣妹》，当她们的妈妈与贾晓铃的妈妈一样说出那句“我的孩子健康快乐就行”的时候，就是人们眼泪决堤的时刻，可在这个时刻里哭泣的不只是“子欲养而亲不待”的贾晓玲，影院黑暗的角落里还有无数个“需要赚更多钱才能尽孝”的樊胜美们，她们哭得更心酸更复杂，哭妈妈也哭自己。
《你好，李焕英》看完了，哭是肯定的，剧本也确实不够好。可想说说在故事里看到的一个题目，就是如果我们长大后发现没有变成小时候所期望的人中龙凤，还能不能让母亲高兴了。我想电影最后也给出了答案，时光倒流，李焕英仍然会义无反顾地选择爱情，选择能逗她开心的男人而非厂长的儿子，也不会生出那个考上UCLA导演系月收入八万的女儿。
前半段女儿独自穿越时，她努力想让母亲活的更好一些，后半段母亲跟着一起穿越更让人泪目，她想让母亲知道和亲历她对妈妈迟来的爱。但在真正的世界里，早早去世的母亲，她已完结的生活既不会更好，也不会知晓自此以后女儿一辈子的遗憾。
文无第一，武无第二，打死我我也觉得好看，我认为艺术最基础的就是情感，你就算技巧用得再好，没有情感，那也没什么用，反正这部电影触动我了，我就认为这就是一部好的电影，反观春节档其它几部电影，我就认为人潮汹涌还不错，唐探拍得没法看，刺杀也get不到他的点。总之，我觉得这部电影用心。
真是催泪炸弹以至于无法评价，我旁边一个男生哭的比我还厉害，贾玲很好真的很好，但一个健康的理念是社会不应该过分神化母亲，过分鼓吹与强调母亲的奉献与牺牲
四分是为了最后20分钟的惊天大反转，也许整个影片想表达的就是妈妈给自己的永远比自己给妈妈的爱想象中的大。
简单纯粹，在喧哗的春节档里显得格格不入又十分显眼。难得的是每个包袱都还不错，不油不尬不挠胳肢窝，唯有真情最动人。结构也很好，最后的大催泪弹节奏很精准，在观众要松一口气的时候突然推上去，哭得好爽。
《乘风破浪》是穿越回去寻找妈妈，和父亲和解，流畅的剧本＋浮夸的表演。
得知真相的我眼泪掉下来，那一段太好哭了😭我和我妈两个人都哭😭😭😭
是我太敏感还是什么…我竟然解读出了父亲角色缺失…片子是感人的…只是这个转折有点快了…冷特的角色…甚至连工具人都没算上啊…玲儿加油！
(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~)
虽然做过心理建设，我还是没把控住眼泪。剧本情节虽然明显有不足和生硬，但贾玲的真情流露还是把我感动到了，后面的每一刻她都不是在演吧，而是完全投入吧，电影给了她一次重逢的机会，也给了我们一次救赎的机会。
纯粹为了支持给三星。不然就是一星。就那样吧。真情实感，但剧情一塌糊涂。前面笑的部分没啥包袱，后面煽情生硬极了。贾玲背景音里嚎啕大哭时候，我是一边无法自控地不住落泪，一边心里大吼woc这也可以！简直了。情感表达既不高级，也不动人。
前面一直都在想这片为什么有8.3，后面二十分钟明白了。母女关系讲完一层表面的弥补亏欠，还能再反过来讲一次亏欠不可能弥补，这个不新但是挺有效的。真诚最动人，贾玲每一滴眼泪都是发自肺腑。希望女导演们能更类型、更完整地表达情感。
看完了很委屈，知道了自己严重的mami issue咋来的了，嘤。
好笑好哭，开头结尾黑白一点点变彩色这个转换很好，缝衣服这个点亮了。
既然母亲能在匮乏中让孩子快乐，为什么平凡的我们非得等到拥有什么才去回报，让妈快乐是很具体的很眼前的事情，不要让它变成遗憾。
我在电影院流泪的样子仿佛是某歌唱类节目的专业观众。
我妈妈确实希望我健健康康快快乐乐长大 她也曾是个花季少女
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