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.
太抒情了额。风景太美了人太白了戳不中痛点。隔靴搔痒还要留下一线希望实在不必。不如《天涯沦落女》。
看到结尾时觉得，无依之地翻译的很好。漂泊也是固守，离开也是回归。民生泥泞的疾苦，灵魂孤独的高贵，星辰大地的浪漫壮美，生命的暗淡灿烂，都被杂糅到了一起。Swankie的那段“I've seen some really neat things”简直就是凡人的‘’星舰在猎户座燃烧”。有很多配乐显得多余，也有一些配乐的处理很精妙。镜头语言是很用力的自然主义，感觉一些细腻的碎片非常亚洲，不知道是不是我的心理作用。
说底层讲底层，底层人民谁看你破风光啊，拍得这么碎片化，讲点肯洛奇一样的挺有故事性的电影不好吗？
传统工厂的陨落和电商平台的崛起造就了现代的游牧民，在美国悠久的汽车和公路文化烘托下确实是独特（且urgent）的出发点。前半段有慢慢铺开的从容，可到后面就陷入了一种片段拼接重复的节奏感。都说像肯洛奇，但远没有肯洛奇那种自然生发的悲悯和力量感，而是依托对风光本身的展现引发观众的共情。特别是结尾居然落到了放下内心羁绊继续前行的有些俗套的主题。音乐实在是差点意思。Frances McDormand的表演当然好，但在重复的节奏中沦为了一幅凝滞的画像，并不生动。
配乐增色很多，都感受不到在演，观感像是那种看不见外伤内腑已震碎的武功。人生从来都唔易，只系有时你觉，有时你唔觉。
如果我禹禹独行还算平安
1，有纪录片风格。2，是疗愈电影。3，相当于美国版的《天水围的日与夜》，渐渐揭开整个人或家庭的真实情况，暗中情感激荡，却不给你发泄的出口。4，是个公路电影。5，探讨了生死，和《一天》结尾部分一样，还是疗愈。6，貌似公路电影都是疗愈的。7，没有一个台词和画面是无用的，全部细节都是伏笔，在后半段一个个呈现。二刷的时候，一开始就会有2个感动点扑面而来，真的是细节控。8，缺点也是一样，太完美了，每一个坑都完美的填上了，甚至刻意而为之。谁会记得几个月前送你一个打火机的路人？9，《大佛普拉斯》并不需要交代的那么清楚，却依然震撼。留白其实也是一种完美。10，细节伏笔：全部细节都是在出现后才交代，让观众恍然大悟，犹如画卷，一步步揭开她完整的人生和性格特点，非常值得二刷。11，鲁多维科·伊诺第的钢琴曲作品。
看似“无依”，却紧紧“依靠”着这片土地、记忆、Bo，“依靠”得太紧以至于无法拥抱更多的爱，年复一年，选择孤独却不曾孤独。
摄影很好，故事嘛就基本只剩情绪烘托了。美国其实是个很适合做nomad的国家，大家反正都开车，退休老人更是有许多开房车到处去玩的。那年去黄石，就看到公园里有好多租的房车
女主在挚友房间那一幕，他劝说她不如就留下来，然而他怀中的婴儿声声啼哭一次次打断他的话头，像是在提醒她自己只是局外人，她接过婴儿仔细端详，影片于太多无声处在与观众交流，试图通过绝佳的节奏感，通过镜头的气息带入角色的内心世界，真的不俗，不得不说麦克多蒙德作为制片人，牛逼
我记得看的时候有些害怕，好像看到了未来的自己。但同时也意识到自己并不具备如此活下来的技能。
“成群的燕子在我周身扑扇着翅膀，我和它们的影子一同倒映在水中，就像在一起飞舞。” 好轻盈。成为星辰的一刻。也能回归尘土，弯下腰去，粘起碎掉的盘子，剪去乱发，冲洗泥土，努力做宇宙的参与者。道路是家乡，天空是屋顶，烟花在手中炸开的同时，被紧握也是生活的裂痕，可是硕大的远方一定能包容下一个小小的我吧。别放弃漂泊。
车厢里，荒野上，工厂车间，温馨家庭，每个空间的感觉和作用都拍得好清晰。选择“石头”来代表这些houseless的人也很贴切玩味。
整体还行。#就是大早上的起来看这部，也不知道是被治愈了，还是更加沮丧# 黯淡的现实主义时刻也都细腻生动，不过越是后面越是陷入温情主义的泥沼，此消彼长的抒情性配乐总让人觉着是在翻阅旅行纪念相册。车与房，囚禁与放逐，总让我想起赫尔佐格那部更加绝望的《史楚锡流浪记》，那部里有着稳定的人物关系也就有了有了稳定的伤害。赵婷的这部人物似乎都是随机性事件的一部分，对他人与自我基本还抱着乐观的怜悯。
静水流深的自我放逐，意外地和宋方导演的平静有种殊途同归的互文—心灵之旅，只能一个人走。
1.哪一刻死去才會死而無憾呢?2.心遠地自偏。3.此詩不朽而你也將永恆不朽。4.沒有最終的告別就沒有分別。我們路上見。5.織女座1987年射過來的光，今天才到這裡
完成度异常的高，画面细腻，感情层层递进，在公路片中算佼佼者
经济危机余波下美国下层劳动者的心境和选择，在西部贫瘠却优美的风光下显得格外悲怆和寂寥。美国人血液里的不羁和倔强，被赵婷捕捉得细腻且动人。用镜和配乐都是一流水准，科恩嫂的表演更是锦上添花。本季最佳。
最后再讲点民粹的事情：一开始赵婷拿大奖，国内一通吹我是非常不屑一顾的：我猜她拍的就是美国电影，拿奖正常，跟你有什么关系。看完之后觉得自己狭隘了，人类情感的共通之处是远比国别之间的差别大得多的，那些孤独、记忆、不后悔、安静是全人类共享的。希望2021年我自己更多元一点，不要太狭隘吧。
从标题到剪辑，气质很统一。有点像海边的曼彻斯特。人们总认为不论生活是什么样，人都应该向前看。其实不是所有人都可以做到，也不是所有人都认为有必要。
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