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.
A-. 有肉体，但更多的是拥有美丽肉体的人类形而上的喃喃自语和颅内高潮（优秀的卡司非常可信地贩卖了这种设定）。柯南伯格本就不是一味剥削感官冲击的导演，他更像是在以肉身作符号，写一则直白且多义的进化寓言：艺术创作如何自我超越？资本垄断如何打破僵局？人类又如何实现更纯粹与完满的存在？虽然银幕上一度充满器官，但柯南伯格教育我们，最重要的还是脑子。2022.5.23 Debussy
这网大比不少院线电影（尤其爱情片）质量都高了去了
6/10。开头镜头是在海滩游戏的小孩和背景搁浅的船，很快演化出消解塑料的器官的小孩被母亲拿枕头闷死，这具尸体又在结尾被当成解剖艺术来对待，于是开头成为主题的预示，满载着人类美好理想的船以生锈和倾覆完结，暗喻了病态追求身体操纵快感和技术进步的文明异化，而索尔躺着的那张形如甲虫脚足倒立的兰花床，象征着身体和无机物的融合。柯南伯格将未来环境中明朗的设定全部抹掉，用连接肢体的奇怪装置、切割与观看来唤起身体感知，在表演者引领观众集体高潮的戏中，身体外部长出无数耳朵的男舞者、操纵机器手臂打开切口的艺术家夫妻，都将异化和被破坏的身体展示在舞台上，并被观众的目光所凝视，演员的身体永远是被消费的对象，失掉了身体疼痛的未来人，只有看他人将性欲与痛苦的情绪外化到身体上，才能感知到身体和情绪的连接，这无疑是令人悲伤的。
一个网大竟然有点《罗生门》和《八恶人》的影子。再这么下去，院线那些烂片的故事要干不过这种网大了……
很不错很不错，借故事可以拍出让人惊恐的鬼怪，按照人心来拍又可以很好的让故事圆满。
太旧太硬了：外骨骼仪器、无痛近未来、为地球吃塑料，像20年前的科幻概念；肚皮幕布揭开奉出呕心沥血孕育的剧院果实、作者性签名/纹身、挑选镜头/戒指、凝视和记录有punch之力、无自控力的“肤”浅耸动不算创作、物理进入身体的无性别快感、操作女性器官状的外脑完成手术，几乎是把本体喻体都硬怼到你眼前了，甚至一个句子说三遍。然后洋洋洒洒的nada之后真就nada了，结尾停在viggo美丽脸孔的泪滴，非常接近德莱叶的贞德特写，大概对柯南伯格来说viggo就是终极答案吧。行。（电影院故障干等40min，与此同时河对面纽约首映主创都出席了，气到）（这部和钛好有缘，科幻body horror，女人/男人向对立性别的异化，最终毁灭/难产总之not to be。不过抱着钛的horror心理准备来看，只用了3%不到
不止七分不止七分不止七分！！！
架空科技畸人秀，cult 还是原汁原味的柯南伯格鸡肠子罐头，对性、道德、艺术边界有那么一丢丢探索。但这《东方的承诺》+《感官游戏》的剧情缝合怪放在今天显得老气横秋，剧本节奏拖沓得可以，推进情节基本靠聊，切两刀+聊15分钟+跳个舞+换个屋子聊15分钟，如此循环三十年。难以想象body horror 宗师现在要当个跟随者，在《钛》这种风格强烈且极具冒犯性的新片面前，这部显得力不从心。过于架空的科技树失了现实质感，也让角色之间的冲突和伦理边界显得难以共情（唯一能有点撩拨的就是性了，拍的还那么少）。总之，还是熟悉的柯南伯格，但也是流于一般的柯南伯格。喜欢的导演，严格点儿2.5。p.s. 蕾雅姐那个包公4.0的整容方案tmd 给我看笑场了。
关于人类身体进化的科幻片印象中比较少，这部电影比较有意思，提出来人可以进化到消化工业垃圾，而且对人的性、犯罪有新定义，是一部合格的科幻片。希望这类电影越来越多，不要一天上来就无视物理定律瞎搞。
还是能看的，评价要结合国情，后半段确实草率，但也没有办法，如果建国可以成精，我寻思导演巴不得把贞子都嫰过来。大环境下能把场子圆成这个样子非常不错了，终于不再是出现幻觉或者嗑药的场景。
Dream is the Eternal Sex.
罗生门式的形式，传统团圆式的结局。好人命不长，坏人倒也没遗千年。就是最后一段在街上所有人都活着的结尾没看懂，弹幕说是为了过审，但过审用得剧情能跟前面衔接吧。总体来说还行，坏人坏的很彻底，好人好的很可怜。
最近想看中式恐怖，这部还不错。可惜就是已经看了剧透了，所以冲击少了很多。完全不恐怖。欠缺的点是，人物性格太扁平，也可能是因为不符合我的认知，不理解为什么救济了三年还能如此忘恩负义。穷山恶水出刁民吗？
故事可以，摄影美术也不错，但没有撒感觉，气氛没有营造好
四星鼓励，有点分段式恐怖片的意思，结尾/彩蛋虚虚实实留悬念。男主没看出来是《怒晴湘西》的小徒弟。
总体好于预期，演员有点拉，不错的罗生门本土化
Cronenberg在后期没有坚持把写实黑帮犯罪片做下去太可惜了。
故事讲得还是不错的，不算粗糙。谁也不知道乡野怪谈的背后吃人的到底是妖还是人。看到最后，我甚至希望真有狐仙出来惩恶扬善。
好不伦不类的感觉 大家都喜欢拿这电影与《钛》作比较 后者是无缘由的暴力和发泄 前者却是丧失戾气后的一种回归自我 肿瘤成了新的器官 再把器官裸露出来做表演 触目惊心丧心病狂煞有介事，裸露被称为漂亮 痛感即活着 以这样的观念来审度 未来世界也不过是个可笑的玩意。
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