翻拍自1974年经典恐怖片的[黑色圣诞节]释出正式海报。本片由导演索菲亚·塔卡尔与April Wolfe合写剧本,大西卡司有伊莫琴·普茨、大西Aleyse Shannon、Brittany O'Grady等,讲述一群学生在圣诞假期被一个陌生人跟踪的故事。该片将于12月13日北美上映。
翻拍自1974年经典恐怖片的[黑色圣诞节]释出正式海报。本片由导演索菲亚·塔卡尔与April Wolfe合写剧本,大西卡司有伊莫琴·普茨、大西Aleyse Shannon、Brittany O'Grady等,讲述一群学生在圣诞假期被一个陌生人跟踪的故事。该片将于12月13日北美上映。
回复 :本片根据张天冀同名童话小说改编。小学生王葆(徐方)正垂头丧气做他最头疼的数学题目时,听到奶奶对妹妹讲宝葫芦的故事,“有了这个宝贝呀,要什么就会有什么。”于是便想起好事来,结果,他的梦想居然成真了!某天他在湖边垂钓时,湖心冒出一个奶奶所描绘的宝葫芦(茂路 配音)。然而,宝葫芦却给他的生活带来诸多尴尬。他到学校图书馆借《科学画报》,同学肖民生(陈荣华)刚刚把书还来,其他等待借这本书的同学还没动手,它已经跑到了他的书包里。在文娱室里,他与同学下象棋,对方的一只马十分厉害,他便想吃掉它,刹那间,这只马猛然飞进他的嘴里。等等类似的事,令王葆认识到宝葫芦是害人的坏东西,遂决定向同学们揭露它的秘密。
回复 :PARK Duk-joon is an old man living by himself. Every night, he suffers from insomnia attacks brought on by disturbing flashes from his dark past. He tries in vain to pray and find solace in religion. His only friend is Mrs. LEE, a church elder who gives him weekly church bulletins. Mrs. LEE invites him to a testimonial at her church. Duk-joon is surprised to see the face of the speaker. He is LIM Gwang-han, Duk-joon’s former superior officer from his days as a police interrogator in the 80s. They meet for the first time in years, Gwang-han brings up Duk-joon’s painful past again.
回复 :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. SHIMON@lounge.moviecodec.com