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.
这分数真是绝了，太虚高了。没啥笑点也没啥哭点，唯一感觉演员演的都不错，尤其是张小斐。全国人民给贾玲的情怀买单……还把全国人民都感动了……好无语……
知道是煽情，却没有被冒犯的感觉。我们每个人都有妈妈，在跟妈妈道别时我们都会哭得跟贾玲一样...
《椒麻堂会》的镜头构图十分考究，和《白蛇传·情》一样，如梦如幻一般，具有一定的魔幻和荒诞色彩，切合电影主题，又呈现出了一个时代的特点，意境极高，一看就是一部制作精良的作品。
以为是帮妈妈圆梦，其实是妈妈陪女儿回去帮她圆梦。
什 么 T M D 叫 反 转
过誉了真的。。。大概就是贾玲小品集锦+王牌对王牌煽情套路。
雨下的大就分不清哪是雨水，哪是泪水。
贾玲不懂她妈，也不懂母爱，好像更不太懂自己
大失望，甚至不如《乘风破浪》！能把沈腾拍这么无聊的人还真少见。穿越喜剧本质上是时代和身份的错位，引发不同语境的碰撞和误解，从而制造幽默，最后再走向种种动人时刻。这个基本逻辑因节奏和时代元素老套的表达，在片中无数次断裂。继歌厅KTV后，女排、爆米花机成为新的怀旧标签被滥用，这两年已经看吐了。电视、球赛、影院、划船、演出等几乎每场戏的笑点设计都很平庸，又被拙劣的视听浪费了，以至最后的煽情完全无法达到扭转情绪击中心灵的效果。结尾转折可能是最巧思的部分，但显然没精彩到让人忍受前期漫长的无聊。我曾说过小品电影也会是种不错的路径，但影像小品可就过分了。本片有太多舞台小品的痕迹，不仅是因为从小品改编，也是因为导演跳不出小品思路。但艺术家的责任之一确是汲取自我生活的养分和疼痛并表达给世人，仅有此点值得肯定。
其实还是小品段子电影，最大的梗电影看得稍多些的观众一早就能猜到，但胜在有真感情，没有绝大部分国产喜剧那股鸡贼味。这片或许确实只能由贾玲自己来拍，换别的导演，就算拍得更成熟、更电影，恐怕也达不到现在的效果，或者说，就会是另一个故事了。
5分。低配版《夏洛特烦恼》，二者相比，贾玲几乎没有拿‘回到过去’这件事做文章的野心，更多的只是想写好这封弥补曾经遗憾的给妈妈的情书。它很走心，比去年的《囧妈》更适合讲母亲与下一代关系的这个议题，结尾也努力营造了上佳的催泪效果，但从电影这个维度来说，只靠最后那一重（立意很好但实际上与情节可以贴合得更好）的小反转，还是远远不够的。多1分给沈腾这回还算配得上男演员一番的戏份。
《椒麻堂会》的镜头构图十分考究，和《白蛇传·情》一样，如梦如幻一般，具有一定的魔幻和荒诞色彩，切合电影主题，又呈现出了一个时代的特点，意境极高，一看就是一部制作精良的作品。
实属不行……球球了，别在喜剧片里自我感动了……真的，连喜剧部分都做不好……沈腾给你你也不会用啊……而且这宣发真的不涉及欺骗观众么？搞得跟沈腾是主演似的，沈腾戏份还没陈赫多……
“打我有记忆起妈妈就是个中年妇女的模样，所以我总忘记妈妈曾经也是个花季少女。”
口罩哭湿了，今年春节档最出人意料的黑马。贾玲的异军突起在商业逻辑之中，但她没有滥用这次表达资源，以女性视角入局之后，终于扭转常年被开心麻花以刻板印象垄断的喜剧电影市场，足以和大鹏一道让所有专业导演自惭形秽。当叙事回避了《回到未来》的穿越铁律，甚至完全背反了它的故事核时，《李焕英》就放弃了科幻的规律，拥抱情感的浪潮。当徐峥在《囧妈》里只肯用一点笔墨去理解母亲，贾玲却利用《夏洛特烦恼》的机会来让母亲高兴。当她诚挚地剖开内心最隐秘和柔软的地方，释放出的力量丝毫不输于《妈妈和七天的时间》，只不过是两种抵达的路径——克制并非唯一的美德，我们反而要思考：是什么让一个喜剧人在镜头面前近乎宣泄地展览自己的眼泪？电影的悲剧内核是毋庸置疑的，借助结尾的巨大反转，它让自己摆脱了消费陷阱，实现了对母亲的顶礼与奉献。
内容还是比较空洞的，最后以妈妈的视角叙事时也很遗憾不够深刻。能感受到贾玲对她妈妈真挚的爱，但作为一部电影其实不算合格，三星鼓励。
但你又知道这个哭是生理性的，被煽动的
看电影最厌恶的就是电影里的人强行煽情哭了但是看的人很尴尬。喜剧部分也做得不怎么样，沈腾说是男一的戏份但是存在感比陈赫还弱，更看得人难受了。
长达三个小时，以上世纪20年代的中国为背景，通过一个川剧团的丑角丘福的命运变迁，展现了半个多世纪的中国历史。
故事其实只能算是合格，“姑且算个电影”的程度（当然春节档还有不算电影的），但是视角太难得了，社会发展到现在，我们是应该有一部以母亲或者说以女性为主的现象级电影了，何况，它还那么真诚。结尾确实好哭，很狡猾了，这么写没什么人能不哭吧，就像对大部分人来说，你妈确实是真的爱你。
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