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.
The hopeful？The lifeful!汤姆汉克斯在幕后故事中如是说。
重看。后面的戏比前面好。献媚的情况不谈，光是如此对现实的触碰，是连西方3D作品都很难做好的。
冲着写实的结尾，多给一颗星。人生总得当一回雄狮，哪怕只有一秒。天台舞狮的段落，太赞了！
好莱坞把演员都逼成了类型演员，汤姆就一直是陷在困境里的寡人～机场，孤岛，飞机，战舰～这一部的机器人，的确有太多“霹雳五号”的基因，话唠，学开车，连最后的蝴蝶元素都是～不过成长的契机就有点迷，只能当成是剧情需要，形势所逼～当它和芬奇讨论给自己起名的时候，我差点以为会说出“星期五”或是“威尔森”的来～语音设计故意选择了不看好人工智能的霍金同款IBM语音包，不过很快就成长为一个大小伙子了～与机器人熊孩子如何相处？又一个新课题～幸好编剧野心不大，把这个末世公路片讲得还比较完整，不然就又成了东扯西拉啥都没讲好的空洞特效片～“当意料之外的事情发生时，你才知道怎么去做，也明白了自己是哪一类人”，这是这部片最好的台词。
如果可能，汤姆汉克斯，再来一座小金人
辐射把阳光化为毒药，防备令拥抱变成奢侈，遗憾是伏在膝上的小狗，希望是拂过钢索的河风。地下堡垒是兑了冰水的啤酒，地面历险是值得回味的罐头，保持怀疑是岁月予人的能力，原始信任是造物馈赠的奇迹。
世界末日，一台四驱的老车，一个将死的人，一条无主的狗，一个手工的AI，一条公路……
I can still remember how that music
大卫芬奇：看来我这名字明年还是能上奥斯卡的
彩蛋是真正的点睛之笔，把沉浸于电影幻象中的观众一把拉回现实：醒醒，明天还要搬砖！顺便脑补了一个场景：孩子看完只觉“好看”，而家长心里五味杂陈
算是2021年度国漫黑马了，咸鱼翻身化雄狮，精气神表现很不错。有原汁原味的地域置景与国粹文化做铺垫，除故事线与角色转折稍弱，画风、音乐、笑点和节奏都把控合适，直接将高潮高桩舞狮推向热血，难得看国漫燃一回。
优点大过缺点。满屏星爷的影子，还是燃的。可以再燃一点。
我多希望更好地利用了过去的时间
芬奇(👨🏻)善良
杰夫第一次给狗狗扔球时，我非常担心他太大力，以至于把球扔到了狗狗都不愿意去捡的距离。
一个人的演技撑起一部电影。很好的电影，不过有点伤感。
很神奇，我在一个没有生命的机器身上，看清什么是生命，什么是活着。在人类的道德和规则崩塌之后，芬奇在一个机器人身上延续人性的率真和生机勃勃。世界毁灭了，人性却得以重生。
这不就是辐射本射!!!废土公路片还有机器人和狗，我可太喜欢了……很简单却很舒适，但有点过于简单了，换个人演都不成立。建议主创好好玩玩辐射，会有更多想法（。）
如果结尾是开场，一个机器人和一只狗的故事，应该会很酷吧。
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