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.
画画就是要随心所欲，自由开心；团结互助万事成；看蜡笔小新真是一件很开心的事情啊！
突然想到三体地球要被遗弃，而人类的选择，揭示了人性最低劣的那一幕
这部电影包含了很多的含义，最后人性的丑恶也被表露出来，很感人，小新还只是是五岁大的小孩呀。哭了，这电影赚足了眼泪
涂鸦王国的人喷水就死，圆形防护罩搞的和天外来客一样但是又脆皮见水就化。但是城堡掉下来会把大家压死？这个城堡是自由意志做出来的钢筋水泥？
没有炫技的镜头，没有跌宕起伏的剧情桥段，只是一个会议的记录和叙述，已经让人毛骨悚然、垂头沉思。
海恩里希没有布拉纳饰演的精彩，艾希曼的戏份不多，对最终解决方案的毒气办法，没有给出数字上的预估，所以还是显得没有老版的残酷
有一瞬间我觉得这个故事可以换成另一件事
剧场版的故事依旧保持水准，小新虽然早熟看着不着调，但他还是那个善良的孩子。大人太关注眼前的苟且，孩子们才更显得纯真与更善良。最后大家众志成城一起涂鸦拯救自己的家园，也看的很感动。这种桥段其实还是挺多的，不论是为迪迦输送光芒还是为孙悟空输送元气，这本质都是一样的，但就是百看不厌
对，又特么看哭了，很喜欢对三个纸片人的处理，变形的娜娜子在雨水中融化，水中的肥嘟嘟左卫门和小新的对话，胖次牺牲自我的拉扯，成长就是能在简单故事里感受到更深刻的意义吧，我们都在长大，小新可以永远守护春日部，“再也不想和任何人分别”懂的人都知道什么意思吧
四位勇者只剩下新酱了。🧐
你以为他们会有正义和邪恶之争，可惜的是他们的争论归根到底都在操作层面，没一个人质疑“整体解决方案”的正当性。
只能说是比博燃，感覺配音怪怪的，乍一聽角色的聲音都有點上歲數了
忽略主题基本是一场完美的头脑风暴，而且和平时跟同学的讨论不一样，这是真正有答案和结论的。宏大概念真的是洗脑一把手👌
当人成为某种“目标”，人就成为了冰冷的数字，而当这种行为上升到“爱国”，一切就只是手段了。——2022.5.2，疫情期间有感
国家机器面前，每个人都在做自己认为正确的事情，哪怕是要决定一千万人的死亡……会议结束前每个人的脸色，不寒而栗
万湖会议中的艾希曼真的是“尽职尽责”，非常完美地完成自己的工作，真就是“恶的庸常化”。
来画吧，来画吧，去把所有爱和梦想倾注在纸上，希望你能永远从中汲取无限美好的力量，永远不会忘记最初那个纯真快乐的自己。
特别时刻总愿意看一些历史片，就好像能从中得到什么力量一样。
近几年来最好的一部蜡笔小新，可以和大人帝国平起平坐了吧。
和这每况年下的破春晚一样，有三大IP的剧场版是每年必看的：柯南、小新、蓝胖子。
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