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.
期望越大，失望越大。本来想给情怀加上一星，但还是觉得不大够劲。
好看的，跟逛主题公园一样，真的爽，特效很棒。如果文戏少点就更好了，文戏烂得像是在逛主题公园时有个熊孩子在你旁边一直哭。
三代蜘蛛侠同框，发生在这样一部只能靠贩卖情怀的爆米花电影里，嚼之无味，弃之——也不那么可惜。主人公圣母爆棚，妥妥的一出东郭先生与狼。“能力越大责任越大”不断炒剩饭的阐释，让蜘蛛侠逐渐脸谱化。然而，他除开感动自己，却感动不了任何观众。唯有初代绿魔，拉风依旧——你是唯一一个坚守初心的大坏蛋！
Expect disappointment and you will never get disappointed.
梅死于她的好意，后续剧情如果不继续做下去，她就真的白死了。托比和加菲真就如同大哥哥帮荷兰解决问题。三系列梗不少，冲这一点也是蜘蛛侠2以后的漫威最佳了，而且碾压其他那几部。有关魔法的戏份还是很亮眼的，有回到博士第一部的感觉，但这次博士替代了古一，而且还没打赢。
给三虫加一星。尼玛怎么把我梅姨搞没了！复联4后面感觉漫威彻底不行了，故事乱七八糟。这片银幕看体验感肯定会更好，心痛。奇异博士我再信你一次。
极其血腥怪诞，精神污染，肮脏污垢，看不下去怕自己跟着疯了
这种把恶心当美的动画，实在是不敢苟同。来来回回西方教那点东西，有点疲了
我脑子里却一直漂浮着库布里克的黑石板，史云梅耶的梦魇疯人院，阿内拉鲁蓝色的红眼，蒂姆伯顿的的黑色寓言，甚至有了郑渊洁童话大王的很多画面……
1. 托比出场 a normal guy 2. 加菲接住MJ，剩下想对编剧以及三代说一句：“滚”。一星给托比，一星给威廉达富。
爆米花电影的范本了，要啥有啥，就是没电影院上映。
没太看明白但挺酷的，估计导演也这么想：没太捋明白但挺帅的
影片的核心是成长与救赎，以及“能力越大，责任越大”。
你笑着说我是3D杨史云梅，我哭着说你不是无望急的陀螺，他不屑称你丫动画版泥不落砍普，人夸汝堪为泥塑乐拉鲁，其实就tm加长版迷幻MV你不服？！
六耳蜘蛛大闹阴阳界，奇异佛祖跟随收烂摊。圣母少年第一次被社会爆锤，生命归零，一切重新开始，真是深刻的一课啊！救碌鸠啊救!全世界都唔锡你嘅!
1.“我也想对抗一下外星人…我只和开犀牛装甲的俄罗斯人对抗过…” 2.“咱们得团队协作行动，就和复仇者联盟一样！”“Wow！那是什么东西”3.三虫同时俯身摆Pose的时候电影院里响起了热烈的掌声，大家伙都是冲着这个来的啊！！
就不打分了🙃
敢情看了个MIT招生宣传片。这牵强的剧情和老好人的设定。九敏…放过dr strange吧。
电影院看奇异博士那段应该很棒
“当你帮助一个人时，你就是在帮助所有人。”-- 梅姨墓志铭
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