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.
我看出来了，月初感慨自己只是被绑架上制高点的走狗，这个说的真不夸张，看出点事儿把那几个老道士得瑟的，就差说“东方月初你行不行啊不行让我来”了。
《沸点BOILING POINT》好像是电影版的《厨室机密》，非常大胆的全片一镜到底，一个场景：圣诞夜的一家餐厅。焦虑情绪在餐厅中不断发酵，从厨房到前厅，仿佛绵延的战场，员工之间的冲突与对峙，每个个体对整体的相对影响，独立又互相捆绑，岌岌可危的厨房，不时掠过的温情可能是压制住沸点的唯一方法。
超级好看吖～终于把之前的坑填了一些，但是还是没有交代王权富贵是怎么死的，之前还以为他是被黑狐弄死的呢，看来不是，难不成是老死的
东方月初的腹肌画的真的….好油腻…决战黑狐的时候总觉得红红有点ooc呢
我去！我太爱这种电影了！一镜到底看得我情绪持续高涨直接带入崩溃了！
Haha it’s pressure for the European guy but not for us in China.
全程有种被掐住喉咙的窒息感。拍的挺棒的～一镜到底像个小话剧。
4分不能再多了，我完全是为了搞清楚东方月初和红红当初到底发生了什么才去看的，画质什么的我都不想评论了……
容容和雅雅对东方也很好啊，他离开了涂山，也还是会来看望他，和他一起喝酒，带点心给他～亲情也很美好对不对！
既然真实就真实 主厨前后跑来跑去没见洗手啊 给老对手端菜终于洗了一次 尝食物用的勺子次次换吗 同一种食物尝两次是用同一个勺子吗 究起细节来挺好玩
这画风烂炸了，剧情也水爆了，毁完了。相比较好的竹业篇来说画面的精致程度差太多，逻辑故事也相差过多，就连烘托氛围的音乐也low到爆。比上不住比下无余。不得不佩服绘梦对于古风的处理和刻画，有些怀念，但也理解。加油吧
原来真的是一镜到底🧐看得有点煎熬，焦虑和压力的传染力太强，不时还会想起自己的服务业打工经历🆘
但确实一开始就不是奔着特效作画去的，看的是情怀，三星给狐妖系列
好久前看过动画，这次看的是后续，觉得还行吧！
这一篇实在是太虐了，但是真的好好看啊！！！国漫崛起辽！！
打五星不是说动画多么好，美好的是月红。
不得不说这画质真的差 还有建模尤其是雅雅姐的建模！💢不过动漫里的坑填上了 前面的剧情也是断断续续的
好舍不得，又看完了，从人物塑造到画风还有故事情节都很赞，国漫真的有越来越好了
技术的高超在于让观众沉浸在紧凑的节奏里居然没发现一镜到底…剧情背景丰富 多条支线最后没能收归沉淀略可惜
看完了 新剧情很少，画风也和之前不一样了，最没眼看的是二货道士那永远没法好好穿着的衣服，画质也很糊，看的眼花，不知道是不是很多年钱的草稿直接放出来了，还是期待动漫更新吧
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