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.
黑白质感很棒，很多帧拿出来都是优秀人像照，但除此以外没看出一家人到底在struggle什么。
能润就不错了，还纠结那么多有的没的，好凡尔赛哦
【D】剧本还是很好的，但奈何布拉纳一塌糊涂的导演水平和拙劣模仿，空有堆砌的技巧的糖衣炮弹。
Be good. Behave yourself. 好熟悉。如果不是过不好，谁愿意背井离乡呢……配乐好棒，黑白好怀旧，爱！The sea is wide， and I can’t swim over.
提名剧本奖个人无法认同，台词镜头都很好，但是剧情有点工业化了。离乡的挣扎，一个没出过国的东北人共情了。8.2分
历史上的北爱尔兰冲突，是九岁孩童眼里一场迫使他们举家迁离的沉痛记忆。但即便在这样一个随时有暴力枪火的环境，那段童年时光里依然有着初恋、电影、亲情等等让人莞尔一笑的生活小美好（里面的彩蛋很有意思）。这部半自传式的作品，是Kenneth在疫情lockdown期间的回思感悟，对爱尔兰人身份的追根溯源，也是一封致以家乡满腔柔情的告白信。（Q&A期间导演一度潸然落泪呜呜）但话说回来，查了一下发现北爱问题依旧存在，那么导演在这里是否带有偏袒某方的个人情绪了呢？另外，很难不把这部跟Roma作比较，而后者在我心里大大胜出。电影的镜头语言虽有炫技嫌疑，但这些刁钻的构图，非常戳我的审美。最后表白一下小演员Jude Hill，选角太出色了呀，好想抱回家！
天真可爱的儿子，十分恩爱偶尔吵架的父母，爸爸负责讲大道理带全家娱乐，妈妈负责教正直做人，再加上两位睿智老顽童和欢乐的姨妈一家，真的是理想家庭了。有这样的家无论在哪无论环境如何都不会迷失自己。
未免太悬浮了 感觉没有回忆的真实和温度反而像是漂浮在舞台上的一出舞台剧 cinematography搞得像是photography 不缺乏美感但是缺乏影像的流动感 就非常平庸吧 即使题材应该能让我感同身受也始终没有产生情感联结
大型室外情景剧既视感，小男主互动角色，除了爷爷奶奶两个有点人性（妈妈也有点情绪），其他角色感觉都是棋子。家里和街道场景太缺乏生活痕迹了，暴动完路边整洁的比刚铺完沥青还新，可能导演对自己的童年回忆加了超级滤镜吧
作为一个前不久刚读过《什么也别说》的人，我是能够理解导演在这样一个命题下所想要表达的一些东西的，也能够理解有一些问题现在仍不便提及。
洛哈特教授版《罗马》，故乡与童年牵扯着每一个人，在纯洁的孩子间的爱周围环绕着成长的二元论。可惜太急于叙事，缺少情绪晕染的瞬间，直到最后那个慢镜头与几句寄语，诗意才缓缓流露出来。
乱糟糟一片，虚情假意不知所云。快进看的，浪费了宝贵的一小时。
“你真的挺爱电影的啊小家伙，我像你这么大时候也是”第一次动心的姑娘，回不去的故乡，肯导写就北爱版“天堂电影院”一封给故乡的电影情书💌比《米纳里》《罗马》少了些沉重多了些跳跃活泼和时代音乐（BGM太赞了）一家人的表演都情感真挚动人，祖父母的金句最多，小演员无比灵，“我的父亲母亲”倒令我感受到了南叔的魅力，果然还是喜欢这种中年疲惫人生中的温柔啊～～
做作，溢于言表的做作；明明是标榜私人的回忆，却非要不自觉把故事丢进大历史中并试图扩大，从而获得一种参与历史的虚荣，又何必呢？外加做作的影像和音响。只能说是看了卡隆的电影就觉得“我也行了”，肯尼思·布拉纳大概是好莱坞最人缘好也最自恋的导演了。
或许或许，因为我不喜欢这种戏剧化的表演方式，而这一段历史用小孩子的角度去讲述或许有点冷漠了，以及作为一段回忆参杂着浪漫，不喜欢这种感觉（Colin只有四五场戏sad)
Go! Go now. Don't look back! 结尾朱迪丹奇喃喃自语目送一家人离去，电影酝酿已久的乡愁也到了高潮。但也许是那段北爱宗教暴乱的历史过去沉重，削弱了主题，特别是从孩子的视角看许多桥段设计过于刻意，太像舞台剧不够自然，感染力欠缺。不过，诗意的摄影加超赞的配乐，以及演员整体在线的演技，还是值得推荐。最后，豆瓣评分这么低，难道观众口味都喜欢国内院线电影了🤮？
不知道该如何评价，整体给我的感觉有点华而不实。
绕不开的童年情结、故乡情结。街区教派冲突是面，故乡和童年是里。导演并没有渲染冲突的紧张和恐怖气氛，一直在表现记忆中家人和故乡是温情。虽然街区冲突结束了，一家人轻松起舞，可离去的结果仍然没有改变。有人在贝尔法斯特弥留，就有人从贝尔法斯特离开。
乡愁系电影，从阿方索·卡隆到肯尼思·布拉纳，从墨西哥城到贝尔法斯特，每位导演心底都有一封写给故乡城市的温柔情书。拨开北爱尔兰历史往事，回溯童年时光，围墙后搭建起的简易片场还原出故乡街区的模样，用极其碎片化的生活日常呈现那段动荡年代里仍未褪色的私人记忆。小男孩眼中的世界，因宗教信仰分歧产生的冲突、亲情和初恋、迁离的人与留守的人，布拉纳爵士或许倾注了足够真切的情感，但作为导演功力实在有限，愣是把自传性质的回忆录拍成了温吞无比的家庭琐事，充斥着快要溢出屏幕的匠气，只能靠不时点缀些迷影元素和密集插入歌曲去勉强撑起零散到几乎没有的剧情。东施效颦，高下立判，刻意作旧的黑白影像和开场那段暴乱戏明眼人都能看出在模仿谁，可惜格局跟力道皆远弱于《罗马》，骗奖之心昭然若揭，这居然是今年颁奖季BP头号热门 - -！
不可抗力皆因沒有想像力，才那麼需要黑白來補救。《羅馬》都能把幾坨屎拍出不明覺厲的形式感。肯尼去到盡也只是把舞台上的彩色，反射到奶奶的眼鏡上，黑白裡帶點彩，搞得這麼初級。
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