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.
我似乎一夜长大，坐上了前往罗马的火车，就像远去天堂电影院的多多。
一家三口骑着小摩托，马拉多纳，
「瑪麗，別鬧了」身為索倫迪諾狂粉，不虧心的說，前半段完全是我所期待的當代大師，酮體、宗教神秘、多人對話、靈動推軌、絕倫美景，有其好多元素，彷彿索倫迪諾宇宙一樣令人新鮮、情懷而興奮，裸體阿姨、小和尚、馬拉度納、失聲男子、惡作劇媽媽、雜耍落淚。只可惜，後段乏力了，導演的說教簡單、暴力、激勵人心，也相對平庸無趣了，比起其他作品，本部的收尾有失大師穩重深沉的氣場，更像是無計可施，小和尚收的也不算漂亮。還是最喜歡《上流世界》，簡直全片高能，深刻扎心；但看到老爺子坐機車還是大開眼界，《上帝之手》終究把家鄉的味道，原封不動的帶給遠在大陸另一端，截然不同，卻深深共鳴的人們，這就是人性彌足珍貴吧；不過看來大師處理自傳，還是難逃軟肋，卻也十足親民而不自溺了。
放在费里尼和索拉纳斯旁边就很像小蝌蚪找妈妈
人生太多苦难了，现实太糟糕了，我想活在电影里…
导演有话说，“你他妈的逃避到最后，还是会回归自我，回归失败，一切都是失败，都是一堆屎，没人能逃脱自己的失败，没人能逃出这座城市……你知道这座城市里有多少故事吗？只有混蛋才会逃去罗马。你有话要说了吗？有故事要讲吗？拿出勇气！”
D / 集合了意大利许多让我讨厌的部分，空有其表的浮华，交谈时的聒噪，以及索伦蒂诺表面自由实则保守的创作方法，不断地复现费里尼的作品。同样也有着意大利让我动容的一面，美丽的海天一色，深情的吻和拥抱。最大的感触依然是，还好仍有莫莱蒂（尽管不能接受神圣车行的他也很保守）
那不勒斯男孩的正福利生活 和一點點父後七日 音效佳/よみうりホール
让我找回方向感
能感觉到是导演很私人的一部影片，导自己的过去，除了随意叙事的真实感，还有对过去超现实的还原，其实也是种慰藉吧 （那不勒斯真的很美，想起小学的磁带随身听了）
我太喜欢这部电影了。怎么说呢，同样是球迷的我，想象着梅西来黑龙江FC的喜悦，同样是影迷的我，想象着欧容亦或阿莫多瓦就站在自己面前。城市的发达与落后，或许闲置了物质上的幸福，但永远限制不住青春无尽的遐想。让我穿越到电影里去吧，我一定能和男主成为朋友
“不要垮掉。”
8分，很私人但也很吸引人的故事，摄影和构图非常漂亮，表演也是一大亮点
解答了我许多疑问:索伦蒂诺的审美，思辨，幽默，哀伤从何而来？他的青年，家人，故乡又是何种模样？比《罗马》多了家庭的情感，比《痛苦与荣耀》多了更青涩的挣扎。是近年最喜欢的带有自传性质的作品了。
而且你一个意大利足球迷拍出来这东西：“马拉多纳”搁那儿练任意球 那门将捉急的扑救弹跳力都不提了 门将站位是往哪站呢？糊弄谁呢草泥马！傻逼
半自传电影果然很私人化，那一幕幕关于少年成长、家乡惆怅、家人离去的影像，情感上多少还是有所共通。最打动人的还是拍出了“全世界都在庆祝，唯独我是孤独和悲伤”的落寞感，导演设置了很多诸如“上帝之手”的意象，不过后半程为把每个角色讲清楚还是过于冗长了。
最喜欢的一场戏是母亲接到情妇电话后的歇斯底里。男孩的腿在发颤，无法抑止。只有这时，电影中夸张的情感恰到好处地成为一种可信。
当一个导演只能用所谓的“真诚”来打动你时，那就说明他真的没有什么了
3.5 主角Feedback甜茶还feedback CMBYN结尾。氛围掌握，费里尼气息重，镜头语言致敬《八部半》、《月吟》
内容有些割裂，也缺乏一些背景知识所以比较难共情。不过看的过程本身也很享受，选景很美大海也很自由，最后隔着玻璃拍少年的镜头很美
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