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.
凑合看吧 之后再去看看上甘岭 感受一下当时的精气神
美军不管输赢，都是丢人丢到家了，完全不对等的战争，无耻至极。
希望如果有下一部，导演编剧还是多抓抓剧情故事线吧
每次人物牺牲的处理都非常减分，感觉那些煽情领导的要求多过主创的立意
比第一部叙事要好，可还是乱轰乱炸，场面血腥，让俺一度脸盲。另外，我妈在旁边看的泪流满面，我爸呼呼大睡
志愿军战士永垂不朽！美帝打朝鲜战争时已经富了100多年，当时的工业全球第一，三次舍生忘死的炸桥，美帝最后用两天在日本赶制钢板空运到水门桥一铺就过桥了。能够取得胜利，靠的是英勇无畏的精神！72年过去，国人当自强，科技创新迎头赶上。
全片一直在打，很压抑，看完以后心里堵得慌，费那么大劲，消耗那么多血肉战士，最终只是把桥炸出了一个小洞，人家飞机一来就能修好，这是一场根本没有胜利的战役，但是他好像一直在告诉我们，对于这场力量悬殊的仗，我们抱有必胜的信念。信念坚定，就胜利了大半。
还行吧，一代人的苦与泪造就了下一代人的平安与繁荣富强。在这里吴京的主角光环终于得到了全方位的展示。
整体比前作流畅，也更残酷，但是我更喜欢前作那些动人的情节。
宏大史诗，战争戏不如第一步，人物描写比第一部好些，特别是千玺特别出彩，某些桥段过于套路和主角光环，看着有些尴尬
永远不要忘记，
但可以看到的是技术上的进步。
影片高潮不断，战斗不断，马不停蹄，几乎无修整就接连奔赴下一个战场，慢镜头和长镜头穿插得当，是电影很好的注释和表达。
真理，只在大炮射程之内。
不打仗看文戏就想哭，志愿军的精神意志永垂不朽。
恰逢俄乌局势问题严峻，有一句话是共同的：干翻老美！
可惜了好演员，只是这影片的追求实在是...
如果是我面对就只有害怕
特别好，就是我特别特别想你
充分展现了志愿军不怕死的精神。但国力的差距实在是太大了，制空权、武器装备。牺牲那么大炸的桥，并没有成为障碍。
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