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.
休闲观看的动作片，还挺好看的！尤其是前半段逻辑很完美。那个女儿喜欢的伏击战士玩具太逗了！
皮条客与小姐以及富豪小三的故事。
导演讲故事能力为负 完全没深度靠颜值看完了
法国人喜欢揭露警界的黑暗，此部亦是，只是稍显另类。影片开始对男主角这个坏警察麻烦事缠身的困境表达得精采：前去参加母亲葬礼，得知上级派人查他们违纪，又偏偏开车撞死人。为掩盖罪行又各种活动，影片显得焦灼感十足，故事也由此展开。后面的反转情节也有意思，只是紧张焦灼感有些松懈。
为了拍电影而拍电影，制作粗糙，代入感不强。好像老人带新人的赶脚。
结局有点潦草，想不通有视频竟然还能认错凶手，觉得是为了反转而反转。
冲着blair看的，就很普通的不悬疑的悬疑片
嫖客与鸡，嗑药装逼；画廊美姬，老鸨怜惜；爱而不见，怀我娃兮；求而不得，还我画兮。
剧名只写了不想一个人，但并没有说是什么情感羁绊。
尽然是法国版的《走到尽头》不如韩版 与国版水平不相上下
老套路，2星半。看完只记住了司机那句：“别信任任何人，就相信自己的直觉。”
老房子,破败,画展,觥筹交错,
虽说是翻拍，但本剧短小精悍，笑点和刺激一样不少，值得四星
什么鬼。。。克罗地亚好美但是popo拿脚断案
其实可以拍的更精彩一点，QueenB在中间几次都好傻…尤其手无寸铁还要当面对质的戏码真的不想看了
惊悚片，编剧不错，但是让我感到旅游还能行吗？
割裂感明顯 大家被擺在一起好像彼此又沒什麼關係 最後又什麼都沒說好 三個主角wrong casting 范少勛太嫩太乖了 兩個女主角又傻傻分不清楚的樣子
惊悚片，编剧不错，但是让我感到旅游还能行吗？
网飞的悬疑惊悚，整体水平一直不错，包括这部
很显然，主要的情节似乎是翻拍自韩国的哪部电影。
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