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.
太烂了，编剧居然可以省事儿到这个地步。
不过叙事还算明白，虽然没看1也大概看懂了剧情和设定。就是前面的铺垫过于漫长了，后面的开打又过于牛逼了，这一个个都赶上漫威DC的超英了是吧？
韩版的复仇者联盟，魔女就是旺达，也可能是凤凰女，速度、力量、再生，在魔法面前都是弟弟……还有点小好看，虽然血腥了点，可以直接从1:45分开始观看，不影响理解剧情……期待第三部
这一部因为说中文注定分高不了，不看字幕都听不懂的中文真是太尬了
动作基本靠特效，然而大多是夜景，白天的戏份也多雾气，场面看似大了，可少了拳拳到肉的对抗和博弈感。延续的优点是杀人方式，主角能力的外化形式发挥极致，死成一片也各有各的死法，总归是爽到了的。
第一部其实也不是特别好，唯一看点就是动作戏。而为了铺垫再反转，剧情先抑后扬，虽然节奏拖沓但能接受，而这一部，不但有上一部的缺点，还把动作戏删改成意念控制，光有特效那还看个der，背景还设定在黑夜，拍近身搏斗镜头又莫名偏移，第一部的耍酷到了第二部尬成了装X，泡菜味的中文也只能骗骗不懂普通话的韩国人。拍的很好，下部别拍了。
额额额怎么套路和1差不多但就是没1看得爽。。韩国人能不能别装中国人讲蹩脚中文了 他们好自信我好出戏。。
俩多钟头剧情如此空洞，出场即是巅峰毫无对手
中间夹杂的大段中文对白是怎么回事？不是说有中国元素不好，而是中文对白太尴尬了!有几段不看字幕都听不懂他们在说啥! 更重要的是不知道这中文对白有什么意义？画蛇添足!
第一部那么惊艳的动作戏到续集变成魔幻了，从基因改造战士变成超英
既然是拳打脚踢的超能力打斗爽片，就不应该磨磨唧唧拖拖拉拉，1.5倍都嫌慢，没有第一部好。
满级女主屠杀新手营。反派太少了，都不够女主杀的。另，能不能找几个专业中文配音，台湾的也行啊。
这部有点无聊，估计是在过度。这是逼味儿十足的系列，你们想讲中文好歹找几个中文讲的好的，不看字幕真不知道他们在说什么
全剧打斗场面不多，很多剧情也是没必要，不知所云，我看睡着了2次
为撒大热的影片续集总是拍不好！打斗戏只剩炫酷了！
虽然和第一部在关系上没那么大，但故事模板还是一样的，套路还是那个套路，然后动作和能力设计的更加干脆。
差不多和1一样的套路，但是剧情人物更乱一些，没处理好，女主能力也过于逆天了吧。
前半段是日常的韩式生活展示窗+逼格超高的风衣暴徒展示他们的逼格。后半段和结尾的特效更为集中。
四个人在车里那段中文对话，把我彻底尬住了。
救命...不要讲中文了拜托...而且这也太秒天秒地了吧...
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