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.
杀死那个孩子！堕落和堕胎同用一个“堕”字！
笑抽了，这种nt意淫结尾的片子居然也能有7.9，豆瓣小资不是一直喜欢把洗白挂在嘴边吗，评价掮客的时候用腻来形容(人家用了开放式的结局，也没像你们说得那样没有呈现复杂的社会关系，应该这么说精神白左的智商可能无法理解开放式结局到底是什么含义），怎么到这部片子光明结局的时候(而且还是明示的），就没见你们出来批判，说它有涂脂抹粉的地方，说好有大概率死亡的风险，怎么就女主那么幸运活了下来，还能参加考试😂，这种试图无脑站堕胎派的导演不值得多关注，当然你们蠢逼小资的话语本来就没有什么信服度，更不用说目前毫无可信度的豆瓣评分
她从身体的角度尝试种种方式
几乎没有避讳用镜头，我不知道伴随而来一波又一波生理心理的双重不适感袭来的，算不算影片带给的精彩。。。头次看到这种犀利直面女性生育伦理的电影，不得不说我被某些画面和自己强作的感同身受给震到了～
它苍白 它现实 它也同样直击灵魂 女性到底什么时候才能获得真正意义上的自由呢 女主的坚毅 果敢 隐忍让我很是叹服 在那样的时代 在那样的绝境仍旧一人坚韧的前行 令人感到绝望的不是疼痛 而是大环境下绝大数人冷漠的嘴脸 色调 音乐 女主眼睛里的坚持是我很喜欢的 而真正令人觉得身心震撼的是 这是一部自传
#12，June 2022
无疑比蒙吉要差，除了直观的身体疼痛之外还剩下什么呢
每个单身女子的噩梦，看得犹如当头被人打了一棒——“把每个女人变成家庭主妇的癌症。” Jesus fuck.
老师问她怎么成绩落下这么多，女孩说她得了女的才会得的病，这种病会让她变成家庭主妇。
这个世界就是太缺乏这样的电影了，这样直接的，血淋淋的，感同身受的，关于女性的困境的电影。女人为什么不可以选择不成为一个母亲，女人为什么要因为这种选择众叛亲离，要因此放弃毁掉自己的人生，要面临健康生命的风险。这仅仅应该是女性的选择而已，凭什么要剥夺它？这种血腥，冷酷，而又直接亲密的视角正是我们需要的。把自己放在女人的位置，去体会女人的痛苦，才能明白这个世界拿走了女人多少自由。
全程守护天使视角
很难不对比，跟432、nesa比起来有点太向内了，批判也就弱了很多，但又不是彻底的向内，有点失衡
没有太多新意但足够直接。画框、景别、调度无一不在加强逼仄感。片名起得极好。最棒的是那句台词：一种只攻击女人的病，把她们都变成家庭主妇。个人认为在第一幕的铺垫中需要强情节把女主逼向更无路可退的境地，结尾的高潮效果会更强烈。去年的这部金狮比金棕榈给得靠谱多了。
女性可能更能共鸣吧。浅景深怼人脸是该片一大特色。高于《钛》的十级疼痛没看出来。问题的解决必须承受痛苦。懦弱的人必死无疑。
我不希望这部影片广泛传播，但是又想让人直观的感受这恐怖。
片子一直对时间的强调让Anne就像陀所写到的等待被吊死的人，她的心理在大环境和小环境的不断挤压中不断被剥削，这种剥削也渗透到画面之外，产生极度窒息的观感。而后段直面的堕胎场面更能引发极端的生理不适，但这不是奇观，这是女人们所经历过的血淋淋的现实。
同类题材的看过《四月三周两天》，宗教的力量，社会议论的力量，各种交错在一起，现实中的女主承受的更多，电影里无法全部展现。上个世纪六十年代，这样的故事放在中国感觉能成立，没想到，西方国家也是这个德性，也可能更厉害。
隐去男性的“作案”过程而专注于女孩怀孕后十二周之内的心理状态，导演的克制压制了三场戏的痛楚，就像她的哭声和痛苦嘶喊也被那个时代遏制住了喉咙，白描写实的长镜头拉长她与每个人相处的细节，看她怀孕想和她来一发也没事儿的男同学，避之不及害怕违法的室友，偷尝禁果多次但运气好没怀孕的朋友……为什么遭受身体爱欲磨难之苦的总是女性？我们从未拥有过自由支配身体的权力，法国60年代用法律锁住女孩的子宫，我们现在用实打实的铁链锁住，最富庶之地的县城竟成了一块铁桶，你们都有罪，可笑的是，那女孩却用身体一个接一个生孩子，替你们受罚。
发现法国电影尺度是真大，说脱就脱。这类堕胎电影感觉都差不太多，不一样的就是当地的堕胎政策不一样，整体跟《总是 从不 有时》差不多吧。
尺度不是一般的大，也很真实，可能有些人会有不适，但c‘est la vie。原本最多四星推荐，但想想今天当下的美国也许“正发生”这一切，特别应景，五星推荐给男人们看，照顾好女人们。
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