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.
为啥豆瓣这么高分啊? 这不是荒岛余生 Cast Away的末世版本?一开始像fallout里的捡垃圾,还挺有末世感觉. 后面的剧情感觉很抽离,我宁愿跟球聊. young robotic我看来还不大行
不知道为啥，这部总给我一种《爱死亡机器人》衍生真人电影的感觉。
白胡子老爷爷比较好看。这电影只能找老汤大爷演
温暖小清新式末日公路片，个人很喜欢，以及，Jeff可真是个可爱懂事能担起家庭重担的二胎呀。
与其说是科幻片，更适合标签为末世温情公路片，badguy的见车不显真容处理的很妙
Do you understand？ understood.
一个老父亲拉扯三个可爱的傻孩子，教会他们信任传递。简单而温暖，适合疫情当前给人以慰藉。
1、汤姆·汉克斯是一位伟大的演员。我喜欢他，他也从没让我失望。他的电影总是闪烁着人性之光，给我思考和启迪，给我力量和温暖。这部《芬奇》也是如此。
旧金山宣传片，质感比隔壁网飞好的多——等人类死光，下一个王朝就是猩球崛起了。
1、汤姆·汉克斯是一位伟大的演员。我喜欢他，他也从没让我失望。他的电影总是闪烁着人性之光，给我思考和启迪，给我力量和温暖。这部《芬奇》也是如此。
3.6分。
只有我觉得这个机器人很油腻嘛…人物和背景设定都很单薄无力，刻意煽情，完全无法和WallE比
Finch说
这部就是那种在咖啡馆餐巾纸上攒出来的大制作。没有复杂的故事线，只有情绪的抒发。勉强算个萌宠片儿。
好故事永远是第一要议，永远能拉高你对电影的印象分。情感朴素思想先进创意加分。一步一步走到最后，想不被打动都难。观众最终都被创作者严丝合缝的捕获。
So once upon a time......
耀斑爆发迎末世，芬奇大叔无时日。造个杰夫机器人，继续铲屎陪狗子。
Ai拥有人性，那里让人热泪盈眶人性指的是真善美爱与信任，而不是大开杀戒，尔虞我诈。一人一狗一啰嗦的零件，都能让人眼眶酸滞。
科幻的世界不必一定是轰轰烈烈、拯救地球，真实如纪录片、平淡如文艺片，可能才是生活本来的样子，哪怕是科幻的生活，也不太可能跟我们的想象差异太大。
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