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.
我不知道拍摄地在哪，但是好好看！
这就是导演在自嗨然后把一爽片拍成慢节奏片的典型……
刺激感太低，剧情没新意，爆米花都不爆了。。。
整个故事逻辑有点不同，也就是爆米花向的，反正主体电影也不怎么样，何况单人的……
2021.11.22 22:30 虽然称不上高智商犯罪，但就是莫名很喜欢每一个保险箱背后的故事。
赶脚只要和扎克斯奈德搭上关系，就不会有什么好下场，本片的节奏也是属于娱乐片里比较缓慢的，故事大都是在不急不缓中进行，最大的坏处就是高潮戏份始终不见，就算结局处也是一溜平缓，毫无波澜😑
开了两个锁后回到自己的破屋的时候，也有种《心灵奇旅》里男主得到了梦寐以求的爵士演出后那种“辉煌过后”的落寞感，不过很可惜又马上开始fun了…
动作戏好 不女流 剧情烂，还以为一路爽呢，总看你两很尬的样子
动作柔弱无力，搞笑隔靴搔痒，抢劫如同儿戏，但还是得说，比正传的水平高，起码故事是圆的，主线是清晰的。
虽然画面构图上比不上正传《活死人军团》，但节奏趣味上更胜一筹，尤其开锁的过程拍得很刺激，男主破解最后一个锁后理解了这个天才，然后和格瓦纳超越时空的对望也很令人感动，而最后他没能等到女主出来找他，就在正传中做了和格瓦纳一样的举动，如他的噩梦中看见的丧尸面前，死在了诸神黄昏门前，也算是宿命了。
我唯一清醒的的时候就是小马两次泼了自己一身咖啡
又是一个可以但没必要的电影，现在但凡有点观众缘的角色都流行拍外传前传了么？话说那开锁的镜头真的差点看睡着啊…
片子一般，名字太假！就这几个就叫军才这翻的也太不合适了吧！
反差感吧，就是开头这个警告不至于吧，枪战也很假，还不如动作场面。
成功地盗窃一笔财富，总能让观影者产生愉悦的代入感。不过本片没偷多少钱，主角只是满足于开了三个所谓顶级神奇作品的保险箱。这是一场技术秀吗，想玩技术你直接上门申请切磋不行吗。披上个歌剧经典马甲那箱子就不是箱子了？看上去只要配个好听诊器的简单活儿，几百万个密码组合就这破解法
电影居然也要快进➕倍速。拍的德国人也过于神经和无聊了。不至于不至于🙄️
欧洲旅游大片。剧情就比较俗套，不过结构还是完整的，就是节奏不太好，无聊的地方展开过度了。
今年喜欢的两部爆米花都选了奇怪的配角来做spinoff，自杀小队选了peacemaker，活死人军团选了锁匠…
虽然缺点也很明显，但是这么可爱又有趣还喜怒无常的杀手谁不爱呢
剧情荒谬但无趣，搭配上好多固定机位的无聊长镜头，看得我直打瞌睡。都说长发妹子可爱，我反而觉得黄发妹子不错，因为本身就是特技演员，全程本人上阵，动作相当利落。
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