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.
背负的痛苦让你窒息，但请勿在此地与我诀别，在路上我们不说再见，希望我们后会有期。
荒野与海浪，日出与日落，盘子与戒指，相遇与分离，孤独与自由。
喜欢。看完理解了这个片名。过度解读会变得无聊，只是看，就好了。想学车了，需要有一段这样真正自由的人生
感觉就像公路上的减速带，看这部片子，你不得不减速，握紧方向盘，小心驾驶，才能往前走。我也想与他们在路上见，可惜我还有责任在身。但愿有一天……
1.5 / 真的惊呆了………………………………
片子挺细腻的，摄影也漂亮，理解立意，但无法像海边的曼彻斯特那样感同身受。科恩嫂演技一如既往。亚马逊的仓库联想到京东的库房里也是一群打工人吧，不知道他们过得怎么样。
整个片子时间压缩得特别紧，完全没有段落感，人一个个的来，又一个个地重逢和离别。这条路的哲学和安叔要和人认真告别的想法正好相反，是永远不去告别、相信还会遇见，哪怕他们已经去了天国。
女主在挚友房间那一幕，他劝说她不如就留下来，然而他怀中的婴儿声声啼哭一次次打断他的话头，像是在提醒她自己只是局外人，她接过婴儿仔细端详，影片于太多无声处在与观众交流，试图通过绝佳的节奏感，通过镜头的气息带入角色的内心世界，真的不俗，不得不说麦克多蒙德作为制片人，牛逼
不太喜欢赵婷作品的原因，可能是给我感觉她总试图用西方影像去追求东方意境，台词里讲述的都是琐碎的人生道理，日常感悟。大量的低饱和光线，黯然落寞的镜头色彩，广角下的自然景观，空镜头，无一不是为此而设。但我却总是能感受到矫情、闷气，她越想把作品变成一首诗，我就越清晰地看到诗的死亡。本片对我而言的看点，全部来自于弗兰西斯的表演和形象。
才知道宋丹丹是赵婷的继母…
诗意的空镜，琐碎艰难的日常被赵婷缝合得天衣无缝。不是无处停留，只是停留在哪里都不对，都是勉强的尴尬，是依然不改的孤独。那么，上路吧。我想起鲁迅的孤独者，有时候孤独是遗传的，是命定的，那么就接受吧！我仿佛看到了自己对自己晚年生活的推演，那么到时候就去承受去感受去忍耐，这是你的人生。
不是一直在路上的小清新，而是行走在旷野中的孤独和疗愈。看的时候让我一度恍惚，这是美国西部的现代游牧，又何尝不是中国西部的心灵光景。在本片中无依是一种人生选择，可惜现实中无依往往是一种无可奈何。返璞归真的演绎让麦克多蒙德三度封后，集编导剪于一身的赵婷让本片浑然天成。《无依之地》让人看到，当一切因素都是对的时候，一部电影会呈现出什么样自信和充沛的艺术效果。电影中一切逻辑都完全自洽，现实中本片的遭遇却荒诞不经。
流浪者之歌，听见了诗看见了光，经历过风霜雨露，无需太多感伤，也不需要抒情，懂得人自然会懂
与《海边的曼彻斯特》粘稠凝重的绝望不同的是，科恩嫂的这种悲伤是涓涓细流，在那不可见处悄悄流淌却又四处蔓延，无法干涸。就像平日里喜欢去到陌生的地方一个人漫无目的地走着一样，被孤独和悲伤缠绕着的眼眸似乎更容易捕捉到生活中的某些痕迹，只是无论是荒野、海浪，亦或是群星，都无法填补我们心口上的空洞。在除夕夜点燃一根烟花，边挥舞着边对着露营地的旅人喊着“新年快乐”，可是喊着喊着就哭了出来。无依之地，无你无家。
但这诗意绝非她追求的东西。当诗意成为一种生存要件，奔波生活的人又何谈风月呢？
打五星是因为自己的状态吧。最近对人生的很多迷茫感都在电影里被温柔的呈现解答。世界自然的浪漫，人生的孤寂，现实的无力交织在一起，很多个瞬间都莫名其妙的就落泪了。不知道自己该去向哪里，留恋路上的相遇，害怕却又难以避免的向往一种安定，但依旧是无法停留。形式与内容非常契合，碎片感与流动感很让人动容。太喜欢了。看完哭完做的第一件事是register了learner’s permit考试，夏天来临之前我要考到驾照！
有选择的人去拍没选择的人并冠以浪漫的名义。就会怎么看都有些别扭。
《骑士》的优点不仅都保留了下来，还进一步加强了，Fern走在亚利桑那的营地的几段镜头都是绝佳的摄影和导演的结合，赵婷脚踩的这根虚构/非虚构之间的钢丝真的不是一般导演能踩的，麦克多蒙德奉献的表演依旧超神，倒数第二个镜头很有意味。
在公路和放逐的片子里并不能算特别打动我的。本来遇到各式各样的人和相忘于江湖的淡如水还挺感动的，但最后归结到要 remember 不太能 relate。大概是被迫而不是出于选择的缘故，回到原点的 Amazon 仓库真的有点 depressing，看的时候我想要的放逐重生自由感完全没有，内心满满的是女主在房间里听到雷声时的压迫感。
不知道这个片在国内能撑多久 很久前我献血时就看过了这个片 觉得还不错 至少这是我的菜 叙事在后端有点散漫 不过音乐和感情真的是一流的
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