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.
印度出品的LGBTQ文艺片也能看到鸡皮疙瘩掉一地……
连续第二部克里斯派恩的片子，感觉故事还行，导演和剪辑有点问题，总是差点意思。查了一下坦迪牛顿今年50了，这身材保持的不容易！
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妈妈好漂亮。结婚本来就不可能只有两个人，太难了，说实话，看着觉着老爸其实挺委屈的，也没有别人说的那么古板啊，很多时候觉得女儿真的挺矫情。
HBOmax也开始用大数据写剧本了？剧情几乎无任何有新意的波澜，全都按照好莱坞最经典的分歧-冲突-谈话-和解路线进行，角色更是毫无丰满可言。安迪加西亚是唯一看点。
作为小成本B级片还不错，虽说剧情弱了些，但让人脑洞大开的僵尸口喷沼气能源超越了N多末世片，而且血浆也足够，哈哈。
没 什 么 意 思，没有前作那么wildstyle啊～22.04.14
垃圾中的战斗机 杀猪猪叫流丧尸 真的丑陋 比哭悲还丑陋
两星半吧。我没看过1，直接点开了2，一开始用丧尸的沼气做动能，还有点意思，虽然这个设定以前就有。嗯，然后，观感就是脏兮兮、黑乎乎、乱糟糟，真的是土嗨土嗨的感觉。其实女主的功能开挂了，想象下，脑控着千军万马的丧尸，还有什么搞不定？
女主婚礼的裙子好像ikea的纳斯敏床单；谁不想嫁给这样的富二代呢？男主老了也帅啊，西班牙语也好可爱。婚礼策划的fendi法棍包瞩目，一开门我还以为粉熊救兵来了。平行宇宙的我会有一个生活在迈阿密吗？
全程没什么太大亮点，除了血腥恶心之外，并不恐怖。结尾处两个暴血存活的角色，给续作留下伏笔了
哇，居然没有短评。如果你有时间自由kill ，这个不错. （不是贬义的）
冲丧尸新能源这种新立意，再不堪也不能比釜山行2分低，控尸女这七年可是老了不少，穿衣风格也保守了，没看头了
澳版小成本丧尸cult片，
紧张刺激，小成本爆冷佳作！类似疯狂麦克斯这种废土狂暴风，从头打到尾，好片
里面四个老头打的什么牌？有点像麻将，但又不像
女皇兄妹果然没有让我失望，炼狱重生，活人制药也就那个疯批能想的出来，还整个科学怪人玩vr，黑妞和第一部的爆炸头简直一个模子刻出来的，送货人也算是被蒙骗干坏事迷途知返了，感觉除了疯癫的欢乐血浆之外还有点政治隐喻呢
连续第二部克里斯派恩的片子，感觉故事还行，导演和剪辑有点问题，总是差点意思。查了一下坦迪牛顿今年50了，这身材保持的不容易！
我还说怎么演员颜值都不在线，因为血渍呼啦好看不好看无所谓，不过这群僵尸还挺有人情味，喝点儿血就干正事儿
设定挺有趣的，整集下来爆了不少头，这一个个吐的口气太多了。😂😂😂
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