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8/10
This movie is *not* dated
bandw18 December 2012
This is the story of a love triangle between Dr. Hirsh (Peter Finch), Alex Greville (Glenda Jackson), and Bob Elkin (Murray Head). Hirsh is a dignified Jewish doctor, Alex is a frustrated office worker, and Elkin is an artist specializing in kinetic sculpture. Both Hirsh and Alex are in love with Elkin and he reciprocates in turn to each of them individually.

If being dated is judged by the physical environment of the early 1970s (dial land-line phones, 33 rpm records, antiquated fuse boxes, dated hair styles, and so forth), then, yes, this is dated. But the movie is not dated in terms of its themes. I think this could play out now pretty much as presented here, even in our somewhat more enlightened times. It would not be out of the ordinary for a dignified middle-aged doctor to withhold public advertisement of his sexual orientation, but none-the-less privately engage in a homosexual relationship. In fact it would not be all that unusual for such a person to remain in the closet. Consider that sodomy was a crime in fourteen U.S. states until a Supreme Court decision invalidated such laws in 2003, in a 5-4 vote no less. Homosexual acts had been decriminalized in England but a few years before this movie was made. And we have a current justice on the U.S. Supreme Court who even now, in 2012, makes such statements as, "If we cannot have moral feelings against homosexuality, can we have it against murder?"

Where the movie is perhaps even ahead of its time is in presenting all three participants as accepting themselves for what they are and honestly dealing with their situation without serious guilt or dramatic jealousies. The difficulties of sustaining such a ménage à trois are realistically detailed.

I thought the beautifully filmed Bar Mitzvah was crucial to the story. Until that event I was viewing Hirsh as an essentially lonely person, but seeing that he had a community of relatives and associates who respected him disabused me of that notion. And Hirsh did not view himself in an unfavorable light. The scene that had Finch talking directly to the audience at the end was a great piece of acting; when he so simply and sincerely said, "We had something," I really felt for the guy. Glenda Jackson fans will not be disappointed with her performance. She has a wonderful way of saying things without speaking a word.

I rather like how the story begins in the middle of things--it takes very little imagination to see how this situation could have evolved. What did Alex and Hirsh see in the shallow and ambitious Elkin? You don't have to have lived too long before the questions about romantic relations, "What does he see in her," or, "What does she see in him," occur. In this case, I suppose the question of "What does he see in him," should be added. Questions of love and sex are not easily explained.

The way we get to know each person in increments, with some limited use of flashbacks, I found to be effective.
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7/10
Love vs. Logic
robertconnor14 March 2009
As the 1960s become the 1970s in London, England, a successful male doctor and divorced, female recruitment consultant both try to maintain a relationship with a self-centred younger man.

Fascinating period piece, exploring the reality of the late sixties 'free love' ideal - she loves Bob, he love Bob, Bob loves... well, nothing substantial, as it turns out. Mixing in ghastly 'of their time' friends (ex-hippie-types Alva and Bill and their dreadful kids), Sunday, Bloody Sunday is at once both dated and contemporary - set in a time of economic chaos and dealing with a taboo which, in 2009, still seems at least unsettling. Jackson and Finch are brilliant, apologetically yet furiously settling for all the crumbs they can get from their cool younger lover, although under Schlesinger's direction, Head is much less successful - whilst he captures Bob's egotistical nature, there's no counter-balance of charm, leaving the viewer wondering exactly what is either Alex or Daniel really see in him.

Ground-breaking story-telling then, and all kudos to Gilliatt, Sherwin, Janni, Schlesinger and Peter Finch for bringing this grown-up picture of early 70s contemporary life to the screen.
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7/10
Now You See Me, Now You Don't...
Xstal20 May 2023
You spend your time flitting from one nest to another, you kind of toss a coin, follow your nose, to find what you discover, could be Alex for a while, then might be Daniel's time to smile, the best of both worlds if you get time to recover. Alas, both partners find it trickier than you, as you leap from pad to pad one feels eschewed, because they want you to themselves, want you to put back on the shelves, the other copy, and close the door, as you withdraw.

A little bit dated but three fine performances that are as engaging as they were back then, although you may have a stronger connection if there are similarities in the characters plights that link to your own tale.
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10/10
One of the truly great adult films of the century
andyhumm16 November 2000
I first saw this at 17 in 1971 and was of course struck by the frankness in the portrayal of the relationship between Murray Head and Peter Finch. People in the suburban audience where I saw it SCREAMED when the two men first kissed. (Someone screamed at a director's screening of the film, much to Schlesinger's consternation. It turned out to be Finch's wife.) One of the reviewers complained about Head's acting, but he is playing a very shallow character whose youth and beauty attract Glenda Jackson and Finch. The film holds up really well today with its complex characters and lack of stereotypes and simple judgments about people. There is also enormous charm and humor in the film, especially in the supporting players. The imagery in the film stays with me--the dog killed by a car, the Mummy's milk in the fridge, the inner workings of telephone switching, driving through the rain in London, men and women making love, precocious children smoking dope, and so much more. It feels like life. It also made me a lifelong fan of Finch, who went on to win a posthumous Oscar for "Network," and Jackson, a two-time Oscar winner, who represents Hampstead in Parliament now. Probably my favorite film of all time.
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Fascinating character study
rcraig6225 June 2003
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Is it better to share a lover than to have none at all? This is the central question of John Schlesinger's Sunday Bloody Sunday, a study of the lives of two people, a gay middle-aged Jewish doctor (Peter Finch) and a thirtyish employment aide (Glenda Jackson), who are romantically intertwined with a boyish artist (Murray Head) who treats them both with a dismissive interest.

The aspect of the story that immediately flies against film convention is that both are aware of the other lover's existence (instead of the mystery leading to some climactic discovery at the end). The film cuts from Finch to Jackson in their daily routines and private moments in dealing with the situation: Jackson (slightly desperate), Finch (occasionally frustrated but cool). What is extraordinary is the depth Schlesinger brings to these characters,the disappointment, the loneliness, the silent longing, the too-rare passion.

Much is made of the on-screen kiss between Finch and Head, probably semi-shocking in 1971, now not only palpable but expected. Yet there are so many scenes of simple beauty: Finch assuring a worried patient he doesn't have cancer, Jackson discussing the pain of being in love with her mother, who is in her own pain in a dysfunctional marriage, Finch being robbed by an ex-lover, Jackson commiserating with a fifty-something unemployed executive at the office (they go to bed later). Head, as the flighty lover, seems to be in a constant state of jilting; he leaves Jackson flat in the middle of a "romantic weekend" to visit Finch; later, he bails out on Finch when a party of theirs gets out of control. The imagery is great, and pure Schlesinger (although less effective than that in Midnight Cowboy). The internal workings of the telephone is a terrific shot, and so is the hallucination/fantasy of Jackson, imagining the girl dead instead of the dog, then flashing back to a childhood fear realized in a dream. When Head leaves them both at the end to go to America on a whim, the characters are left to ponder a life without love. Jackson strains to understand in a beautifully acted scene- her line about it being hard work to care a lot for someone is the most touching. Finch is more well-adjusted and content with developments, as he makes clear in a speech directly to the camera, another nice touch. Finch and Jackson are brilliant in the roles, Murray Head acceptable, but less satisfying, and Peggy Ashcroft has a moment as Jackson's mother. This is just short of being a great Schlesinger picture, but still a very good, intelligent one. 3*** 1/2 out of 4
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6/10
slow sad love triangle
SnoopyStyle8 October 2014
Alex Greville (Glenda Jackson) is a London divorced working mom who is having an affair with modern sculptor Bob Elkin (Murray Head). Daniel Hirsh (Peter Finch) is a traditional Jewish doctor who is suffering from mysterious pains and is also having an affair with Elkin. Both know about the other relationship as well as having mutual friends. Both are willing to live with the situation but it can't really last.

For all the affairs going on, this movie is very cold. All three people are a little emotionally dead inside. It's not a fun movie. It does not make this a compelling watch. Their relationships are like slow sleepwalking in sadness. The constant emotional self-destruction grounded me down.
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10/10
A Bloody Masterpiece
marcosaguado11 March 2004
After reading about John Schlesinger's death I felt the need to revisit some of his considerable opus. I couldn't decide where to start, Billy Liar, Darling, Far From The Madding Crowd or Sunday Bloody Sunday. If a film could really penetrate the brain of a character, Sunday Bloody Sunday, showed it to me. I saw into Peter Finch's soul to such degree I was kind of embarrassed and compelled at the same time. Murray Head, personifies what Finch's character longs for and is kind of horrified by. Glenda Jackson and Peter Finch play the imperfect angles of this painfully human triangle. The charming shallowness of Murray Head's character made me understand the complexity of knowing and accepting all of our darkest contradictions. John Schlesinger was a great artist.
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7/10
It wasn't earth shattering in 1971 and is a nice time tunnel nearly 50 years later.
mark.waltz22 November 2019
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This is a romantic triangle drama of a different kind. It involves two men and one woman, and the two men aren't fighting over the same woman. The man and woman are fighting over a certain young man (Murray Head). well, they're actually not fighting. They're both decent people involved with the same younger man who basically is playing a game with them, not one of financial gain, but of emotional heartbreak and it isn't pleasant for the man in the middle.

The other man and the woman are played by Peter Finch and Glenda Jackson, and they give terrific, subtle performances as people basically leading their own lives. He's a doctor whose family and friends keep pressuring him into get married and she's a recent divorcee with several children to raise, finding a second win in her affair with the younger man.

Head is not a very likable character, and once you see past his initial charms, he's like any other opportunist, perhaps only smoother and in a sense more ruthless. in their few things together, Finch and Jackson obviously have a great deal of respect for each other, somehow knowing that they're both victims of the same person and dealing with the fact that either one of them or both of them will end up heartbroken. This gives their characters great likability, and even if there isn't really a strong plot, it's easy to hope that both of them find some sort of happiness outside of the man they are competing for.

Finch's character has a great sequence where he goes to a bar mitzvah and all of his friends and family members present try to set him up with various single women. One of the older women even goes as far as to accuse him of being selfish in not getting married, simply claiming she doesn't want to see him lonely. This isn't necessarily a film about homosexuality, but about how the heart can only stand so much and how good people find themselves in situations up against each other that are beyond their control.

Coming off her first Oscar win, Jackson is terrific, very subtle even in her most emotional scenes. Finch completely under plays his part and wins a ton of sympathy. Head is simply in the middle, not really giving a memorable performance, but at least the dislike for his handsome but sleazy two faced young sociopath is genuine. Veteran actress Bessie Love (of "Broadway Melody" fame) is funny as the face making receptionist who constantly gets irritated with Finch's orders. game Peggy Ashcroft, who would later win an Oscar for "A Passage to India", has an affecting scene as Jackson's mother. the sensitive script as well as the direction by John schlessinger helps make this film work, and the beautiful score will keep you entranced.
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10/10
One of John Schlesinger's Finest Achievements
gradyharp20 August 2012
Difficult to believe that this brilliant little film is 41 years old because it still feels fresh and vibrant the way his other films remain (Midnight Cowboy, Billy Liar, Darling, etc). It is as mature an examination of love in all its aspects as any film that has been placed on the screen since. The acting by an impeccable cast and the cinematography are first rate, but it is Schlesinger's sure hand that carved this story into our memories.

Divorced workingwoman Alex (Glenda Jackson) and well-to-do Jewish family doctor Daniel Hirsh (Peter Finch) share not only the same answering service but also the sexual favors of the young handsome artist Bob Elkin (Murray Head) who bed-hops between them as the mood takes him. Both Alex and Dr Hirsh are aware of the other's existence but prefer to live with the situation rather than risk losing Elkin completely. But a wet winter weekend in London can be difficult. Exceptional cameo roles are filled by Peggy Ashcroft as the doctor's mother and by Richard Loncraine as Bob's partner and Jon Finch who manages to epitomize the London street hustler.

There have been several films that have attempted to take on the matter of ménage a trois tales but none has approached the subject of the complexities of romantic relationships with the style and aplomb achieved here. It is a masterwork.

Grady Harp
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7/10
Love can do without a meaning, it IS the meaning...
ElMaruecan8218 August 2021
Exploring its IMDb trivia page, I read an item suggesting that John Schlesinger's "Sunday Bloody Sunday", a "Brokeback Mountain" of its era, didn't win a single Oscar because of its controversial subject, and that Finch didn't win the Oscar because of that kiss with Murray Head. And so Gene Hackman won for "The French Connection" because he played a more 'macho' type of guy fitting the standards of Hollywood back then in 1971. Now, there are so many wrong assumptions I don't know where to begin.

First of all, the performance of Hackman was as critically acclaimed as Peter Finch playing Dr. Daniel Hirsh. Secondly, Schlesinger's "Midnight Cowboy", while keeping the relationship between Rico and Joe Buck closer to the 'bromance' archetype, left enough implicitness and ultimately won the Best Picture Oscar. Finally, I believe it would be missing the point to make "Sunday, Bloody Sunday" a movie about homosexuality, and I doubt that was the intent of John Schelinsger or screenwriter Penelope Gilliat.

"Sunday, Bloody Sunday" handles the same-sex relationship subject in such a casual and matter-of-factly way you can tell that it was a deliberate choice not to leap into spectacularity or voyeurism. Granted that one kiss we get from the beginning sets the tone and looks like Schlesinger opening the final lock that contained his narrative inhibitions; right after it, the film strikes for how restrained, reasonable and measured it is. It's a word I've encountered more than once in both Roger Ebert and Vincent Canby's reviews: 'civilized'. To some degree, there's something civilized in the three characters' upbringing that spilled over their adult life and incidentally to the storytelling approach, more polished than you'd expect.

Now, I won't be the reviewers' review and I wasn't disappointed by the film as much I was disappointed by my incapability to integrate what is so great about. I guess fifty years after its release, the shock factor has worn out and for me, the film became a sort of exercise in normality with scenes lingering on needless details especially during the expositional parts. We gather that Alex (Glenda Jackson) is the baby sitter to five kids who belong to a very bourgeois and liberal family (the parents accept the relationship with Bob) and Daniel is a middle-aged celibate who can't wait for the weekend to be with Bob.

Basically, we have two people passionately in love with a man and accepts to share him literally and figuratively. But Bob, being the bohemian artist sculptor acting his age, gives so little of himself with the exception of his body and a portion of his time, it's hard for the viewer to consider him as a fully-dimensioned character and I understand that his likability isn't the point. And I agree that the film isn't much about love than a sort of resignation from the two sad persons in the name of love. But their patience is challenged again with the opportunity offered to Bob to travel to America and show his work.

Schleinsger patiently, without making any fuss about the relationships show love between reasonable people, and it ironically leads to the film's most memorable moments involving other characters. This is the kind of film where a kid is shown smoking pot, a young Daniel Day-Lewis is among a street-gang keying expensive cars, a dog dies in a freak accident and two couples argue during charades... so many interesting things happening and yet the director is forcing us to bath in that muddy triangular love filled with more expectations and waiting than true moments of passions. Maybe because love is worth all the waiting and as Ebert pointed out, "something is better than nothing".

This is a strange film seriously, strange because there are so many powerful moments that hit the right chord, the opening dialogue between Daniel and his patient starts off very well until it's cut because Daniel has an important phone call. There's another discussion between Alex and her mother (Peggy Ashcroft) where she understands that marital life can be devoid of passion and she tried to leave her husband until realizing that there was more than a meaning to her life she needed, maybe a presence is enough. We never see the mother again. Then there's a great interaction between Alex and a client (Tony Britton) fired because of age discrimination and I could feel a deeper connection than with Alex.

Daniel is given other shining moments, one with a former lover with a heroin addiction. There's also an extended sequence where Daniel gets a little more density and we see his background during a Bar Mitzvah celebration, a tradition-bound jewish family trying to find him a wife and the pressure is obviously a hint on why he chose to live a rather recluse life and we can see what's easting him. Bob however isn't given no other interactions whatsoever except with Daniel and Alex, playing a double role as someone who drives and dampers, the lives of two good persons who'd do everything for him.

"Sunday, Bloody Sunday" insists on the fact that we sometimes miss a great deal of our lives because we're in love with someone who don't deserve it, but the consolation of being in love is paradoxically greater than the chagrin caused by that love. That's how intelligent and modern "Sunday, Bloody Sunday" is, raising some aspects of the modern couple that would ring even truer in our times of solitudes and Internet-driven desires, where love has lost a meaning while still being the meaning of everything.

But for all its capability to provide great and sober scenes, I'm afraid the film hasn't dated as well as many classics of the era. It is highly marked by the 1970s and the insistance on the social crisis never exactly finds a point of convergence within the story (liberal crisis? Freedom?), the film could as well have talked about IRA to seek relevance (though the title had me fooled)
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5/10
Cigarettes mainly
xerxesqarquebus-3459819 February 2022
The setting is London of 1970 and shows privileged people against a background of economic crisis and West End squalor. The main feature is intended (I believe) to be a love triangle whose base is a straight woman (Glenda Jackson) working in a recruitment firm and a gay doctor (Peter Finch) and whose apex is a bisexual artist (Murray Head). The Jackson and Finch characters are solid, sympathetic, interesting and credible, but the artist is so utterly heartless and, above all, frivolous that it's difficult to imagine anyone being in love with him for more than a night. This weakens the film considerably. Moreover the gay aspect is no longer (2022) interesting. Instead I was left with a sense of astonishment at how much smoking goes on in this movie; people were lighting up at every opportunity and puffing enthusiastically. Actually the smoking was more enthusiastic than any sex that went on.
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10/10
The most adult love story I know.
poets-127 December 2004
When I saw this film in 1971, I was too young to understand the basic human compassion that Schlesinger and Gilliat were examining when they collaborated on the film.

Having just watched the DVD again, I am truly stunned at how relevant the film has remained. I have never seen anything like it: Glenda Jackson struggles with her own fears of selfishly needing Murray Head; Peter Finch struggles with trying NOT to need/have expectations of him, all the while forgiving Murray Head for never being able to be needed or to meet his expectations.

It is the most adult love story I know.
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6/10
Well, that didn't age well (or "Phones Bloody Phones")
rgcustomer24 April 2013
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I get that this is an important film for its time. But I can't let that justify the ineptitude of filmmaking it represents.

Actually, no, let's go back to that time. It presents one of cinema's few seriously-treated (and therefore politically viewed) bisexual characters as not simply compatible with a man and a woman, but inflicting painful half-relationships on both simultaneously. It's not a true love triangle, but a love vampire's V. Some people cannot commit, but it's not because they are bisexual. It's a shame that the film's then-refreshing portrayal of a gay man came at the expense of a stereotyped bisexual.

But back to now. It's annoying watching two people who have no interest in each other try to share the same self-centred third person romantically, knowing full well what the end result is going to be. I just couldn't care about any of them.

Then, those kids. They were straight out of a horror movie. The less said about them, the better. Except: that scene with the dog... it's both gratuitous and laughably-executed.

I did feel that the filmmaker at least made an attempt to place our two doomed lovers into current and past context, but these scenes just jumped out of nowhere, for no apparent reason. They didn't really help explain the characters at all.

The picture itself, the colours that ended up on film, ... just dreary.

But at least we have footage of period phone technology. Where would we be without that?!

What would I recommend instead? I don't think I know of any with a plot like this. But some dealing with bisexuality or love triangles are: Les chansons d'amour (2007), The Dreamers (2003), both starring Louis Garrel. Y tu mamá también (2001).
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3/10
A bit lost.
adamjohns-4257514 October 2020
I can understand why this film was important at its time, but I think that, having been spoiled with so many great films over the years and coming to it so late, it doesn't really compare or seem very relevant any more. They don't actually make a fuss of the homosexual element thankfully, it just is. There's no awkward coming out scenes or prejudice towards the LGBT community. In fact, in some ways it's a bit too free and bohemian, detracting from the story itself with obnoxious children and odd friends.

I didn't like the characters enough to make a connection with any of them and found that the film dragged on a bit and didn't really have a purposeful story. Was it to show that love shouldn't be shared between more than two people? Was it just a way of making a film about relationships that don't fit the standard biblical framework? Or was it saying five kids and a dog are too much for people to handle?

If this film was made today, they would have to be more sympathetic to the situation and emote better. The wishy-washy acting would not cut the mustard and more content/dialogue would be needed to give an explanation that is missing from this one. Something to make me care about the romances and be upset by any break ups?

Also, I didn't notice a message that says that no animals were harmed during the making of the film, but I hope that was the case.
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10/10
Made in 1971 and, as of this posting, still ahead of its time.
GMJames7 January 2006
"Sunday Bloody Sunday", which tells the story of two older adults (Glenda Jackson and Peter Finch) who are discreetly in an parallel relationship with a young, irresponsible artist (Murray Head), has never appeared on free television (i.e.: U.S. network and syndicated television). Unlike John Schlesinger's previous movie of two years earlier, the Oscar-winning "Midnight Cowboy", I have never seen this movie in a sanitized, edited version and I'm very glad of that.

Former New Yorker movie critic Penelope Gilliatt wrote a brilliant character study. In a very quiet, non-judgmental and unassuming way, I wonder if the story is a bit of an autobiography in the life of openly gay director John Schlesinger?

Very adult, thought-provoking and extremely well-acted, "Sunday Bloody Sunday" was made in 1971 and despite some dated 70s trappings, is still way ahead of most movies that deal with the subjects of sexuality and adult relationships.
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Schlesinger's finest film
bob9986 November 2004
This was a step forward for Schlesinger. After the grim working class stories--A Kind of Loving, with Alan Bates and June Ritchie miserable over an unwanted pregnancy; Billy Liar with Tom Courtenay constantly fantasizing as a way of coping with his dull life--we got Darling, a slick bit of commercial film-making with Julie Christie. Then the trip to New York for Midnight Cowboy, a picture so empty, and so honored by the Academy, that I feared he would become just another hack, a la Clive Donner.

Instead we get a character study, one of the best films of the last three decades. Daniel Hirsch is drowning in respectability; a Jewish doctor who can't muster the courage to come out because the congregation wouldn't understand, so resigns himself to matchmaking attempts by his mother. Alex Greville works with high level job candidates, whom she can sleep with to chase the boredom away. She wants a husband, but her mother advises her to accept that half a loaf is better than none. Bob Elkin is the love object for both; a handsome and really shallow young man who thinks about his future a lot, and realizes that it doesn't involve either Alex or Daniel.

So many wonderful scenes: Bob and Alex visit friends for the weekend. Bob raids the fridge, finds some milk. Alex tells him it's mother's milk--phwoah! Daniel has a party; a woman starts yelling at her husband about the au pair girl he's been sleeping with. Bob wants to leave; his aesthetic sense is offended by this unseemly display of emotion. Daniel wants him to stay, to provide moral support, but Bob is just too selfish to listen. There is always the feeling that disaster is just around the corner, that the triangle will soon collapse.

Glenda Jackson and Peter Finch are just about perfect as the adults in this situation, and Murray Head, if he doesn't show any great acting ability, at least makes us believe in his desirability. He went on to perform roughly the same role as Annie Girardot's lover in La Mandarine.
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7/10
Brilliant and emotional.
Rockwell_Cronenberg3 February 2012
With a title like Sunday Bloody Sunday, you'd expect something explosive. Instead, this is a very quiet and internal character piece, but it is surprisingly effective in a lot of ways. Daniel Hirsh (Peter Finch) and Alex Greville (Glenda Jackson) are two Londoners connected by their individual relationships with the young Bob Elkin (Murray Head). Both of them want all of Bob, but he refuses to let himself settle down with one and thus they both must settle for a portion of what they really want.

This is the focal point of the plot, but the film strives for a much more universal theme about the world and what true happiness actually means. It seems to say that it doesn't exist, or at least that to hope for it is futile. These two characters are forced to ask themselves the question of whether having no joy is better than having some, but not all. It's a very innovative character study that is ahead of it's time not only in it's themes, but also in it's honest portrayal of these characters (along with how it played a gay relationship in the same way that it played a straight one). There are never any melodramatic shouting matches or violent rages; everything is played in a much more honest and passive fashion.

Director John Schlesinger creates a compelling and fully lived-in tone, making us feel as though we are just watching human beings rather than actors portraying characters. This no doubt comes with the help of the superb performances from Finch, Jackson and Head. Finch and Jackson in particular are forced to have the whole weight of the film's theme on their shoulders, but their internal work is brilliant. Within them there is such heartbreak and the way they display their utter loneliness on their worn faces is wrenching, but there's also a slight hope to them by the end. Finch has a monologue at the end that brought a tear to my eye with it's simultaneous sensations of remorse and hopefulness.

The film sparingly uses flashbacks, but when it does they do a nice job of getting us into the character's heads without relying too much on them. Instead, Schlesinger lays the film on Finch and Jackson and they deliver in spades. Two tremendous performances in an excellently drawn film. It leaves a lot up to the audience, letting things play out naturally and without exaggeration. It's also got Daniel Day-Lewis in his brief, uncredited, first screen appearance.
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9/10
The Lip Lock Of The Century
bkoganbing23 March 2008
Even with The Code now a thing of the past it took the United Kingdom and a respected director from there to craft a film showing two men in a passionate kiss. When Peter Finch and Murray Head kissed like they meant it, it was untold generations of gay men felt like society was finally recognizing them. That Sunday Bloody Sunday came out two years after the Stonewall Riots was no accident. Probably before Stonewall, John Schlesinger might have had problems getting his film released on this side of the pond. And that's even after Midnight Cowboy.

Murray Head plays a shallow bisexual young artist who has a simultaneous relationship going with both Peter Finch and Glenda Jackson. Jackson is a thirty something career woman who can't find any great satisfaction in relationships beyond sex. That Murray Head supplies well and in abundance apparently, so much so that he can also service Peter Finch as well.

Jackson should have listened to mom's advice. Peggy Ashcroft who plays Jackson's mother says quite right that you never get 100%, so you get the best you can and make it work. Apparently this is something that Glenda can't or won't grasp.

For Peter Finch as the very closeted gay male the pressures are far worse. He's Jewish and he's a doctor and apparently it's true in both British and American Jewish scenes that if you're a doctor you'll have Jewish women throwing themselves at you and Jewish mothers ready to sacrifice all for a doctor as a son-in-law. And the idea of a forty something unmarried doctor who might be gay is just beyond all realm of possibility. Such a thing would be a SHANDA.

Peter Finch strikes a universal note in all gay males in any culture. Before the closet doors were open, Dr. Daniel Hirsch's story was played out a gazillion times all over the world. Thank the Deity we have reached a point where Daniel Hirsch's life path is not the only one open to us.

Sunday Bloody Sunday has no real plot, it's a character study of two people and their intertwining relationships because of a third party. There's no real plot here, but the characterizations are as deep as they can get. Sunday Bloody Sunday earned Oscar nominations for Peter Finch and Glenda Jackson as Best Actor and Actress, John Schlesinger for Best Director and Penelope Gilliatt as well for Best Original Screenplay. All that and no nomination for Best Picture?

I do kind of wonder where Murray Head's character is right now. Since this came out in 1971 Head was playing someone 25 which was his age at the time. He partied through the seventies, did he settle down with someone of either gender, did indiscriminate sex bring him in contact with AIDS in the eighties and nineties? Is he looking now for some young Murray Heads in his sixties? Was he really transgender and if so has he had the reassignment surgery or not? You can read all of that into his portrayal of a vacuous party boy.

In a way Sunday Bloody Sunday is about the tragedy of bisexuals in this society. They can't settle down to a monogamous relationship because they have sexual needs on both sides of the fence. Maybe that will change one day too.

Sunday Bloody Sunday is a landmark classic, especially recommended for a young gay audience who wants to see what life in the uptight days of the universal closet was like.
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6/10
An intimate and realistic study of character and the details of life
Quinoa_Chris_Kirk27 September 2019
A very maturely executed drama that's most remarkable feature - its calm and reasonable handling of sexual diversity - has now largely been integrated into society. It remains an intimate and realistic study of character and the details of life, though it is weakened by the central relationships, and the supposed passion between the main characters, being unconvincing.
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10/10
A truly unforgettable, emotionally-compelling film
ricbigi8 April 2012
I saw Sunday,BLOODY Sunday when it came out and own it in DVD format. Being born in 1949, I feel totally in touch with this story, its characters, and the superb way John Schlesinger translated it into film. I have seldom seen such a deep, adult treatment of human relationships. SBS is particularly sensitive to the smallest details of what it means to live and love in our times. The Penelope Gilliatt screenplay is so masterful in showing the many aspects of the personal universe of each character that every emotion is perfectly rendered, balancing dark and light moments in just the right way. Peter Finch, Glenda Jackson,Peggy Ashcroft and Bessie Love are a joy to watch, to say nothing of the other actors, all splendid. I treasure this film.
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6/10
Very "Now" when it came out but embarrassingly dated today.
kayaker3613 April 2010
Schlesinger's direction with its abrupt cuts and odd camera angles screams "sixties" in every frame. Grows quite wearying.

The story is autobiographical in many ways. Like the protagonist Dr. Hirsch, John Schlesinger was both homosexual and Jewish and there is a medical background there, too. His father was a doctor.

As played by Peter Finch, Dr. Hirsch is the quintessence of English middle-class respectability. A sympathetic doctor, a good citizen, well-adjusted, even slightly dull--one never would suspect he is gay--or Jewish. (As proof of the latter he volunteers a closely guarded secret: a fondness for chopped liver.)

It is the straight people around him who seem to have all the problems. A married couple argues loudly and profanely at a party; children are left in the care of an unmarried couple while the parents go off to somewhere.

There are no young or attractive women in the film. The sex appeal is all in the male ingénue/love object played by an androgynous Murray Head.
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4/10
Controversial--for 1971
moonspinner555 August 2001
Once-daring British melodrama has young man (Murray Head) dividing his time and affections between a gay doctor (Peter Finch) and a haughty female executive (Glenda Jackson). There is one man-to-man smooch...so much for all the controversy. Director John Schlesinger seems far more interested in the work-a-day rut of the characters than the human drama at hand. In fact, there are so many segues to the British switchboard, the viewer might happen upon the picture thinking it to be a commercial for the overseas telephone system! Brackish color, dull locales, lugubrious ambiance, however some solid work from the reliable Peter Finch almost makes it worth-seeing. *1/2 from ****
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10/10
A melancholy, elegant film that stands as one of Schlesinger's best
dr_clarke_26 December 2020
Warning: Spoilers
John Schlesinger's 1971 film Sunday Bloody Sunday is a character study of three people involved in a love triangle that at the time of the film's release would still have been considered taboo by many audience members. But this is not a film designed to shock; rather it is an understated but beautifully made exploration of people and relationships. Sunday Bloody Sunday stars Peter Finch as Daniel Hirsh, a middle-aged Jewish doctor who is in a relationship with Murray Head's younger artist Bob Elkin. Bob is also in a relationship with Glenda Jackson's divorcee Alex Greville. Daniel and Alex are both aware of each other (and have mutual friends), but are willing to share Bob since they both love him. Bob meanwhile seems to care about both of them, but espouses a free-thinking philosophy which - as Daniel and Alex both ultimately realise - equates to a total lack of commitment to either. The result is a fascinating study of brittle relationships, hopes and dreams, with Alex clearly struggling with her feelings when - halfway through a babysitting weekend spent with Bob at the home of her friends the Hodsons - Bob takes his leave to spend time with Daniel. Daniel for the most part seems less inclined to jealousy, but when Bob finally leaves to set up a studio in New York (leaving Alex to look after his pet toucan), he finally accepts that they have no future together. Other relationships are briefly included for the sake of contrast, including that of Alex's parents - who spend only mealtimes together - and a couple having a row at a party that Daniel throws. The supporting cast is a delight for fans of British film and television, with the likes of June Brown, Maurice Denham, Jon Finch, Peter Halliday and Frank Windsor all having small roles, but it is the three leads that really make this film the success that it is. Finch is brilliant, giving a completely convincing performance as Daniel, although Head and Jackson give equally naturalistic performances as Bob and Alex, and it is to their credit as much as screenwriter Penelope Gilliatt's that all three characters are likeable and sympathetic. Schlesinger's direction shows more restraint than in his previous Midnight Cowboy, although he still brings a certain amount of artist flair to his use of the medium. There is much use made of close-ups, for example of telephones and telephonic apparatus, a mode of communication that is frequently used in the story. Double exposures are used to convey the impatience of having to wait for somebody to answer a call. Schlesinger works with cinematographer Billy Williams to make use of pretty much every cinematic technique available to him, including high-angle shots, tracking shots, POV shots and more. In doing so, he subtly draws the audience into the characters' distracted, often disordered lives. Occasionally, we see into Alex's thoughts via disturbingly shot flashbacks. Ron Geesin's often unobtrusive score is highly effective at enhancing the mood. The lavishly produced Bar mitzvah scenes are crucial, as they show - mainly via Finch's facial acting - Daniel contemplating his life and future with Bob, or rather lack of it. Memorably, the film ends with Finch breaking the fourth wall as Daniel talks to the audience, acknowledging that Bob isn't who he has been looking for all his life, but that he still misses him. It's a fine end to a melancholy, elegant film that stands as one of Schlesinger's best.
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7/10
People make do all the time
TBJCSKCNRRQTreviews25 October 2011
Well-off Jewish doctor Daniel and middle-aged divorceé Alex have two things in common... their phone-service and the deep love they both feel. For Bob, the young artist. They both realize that they are sharing him, and the situation isn't entirely to the liking of either of them. But they fear stirring the pot, as they might lose him entirely. They both clearly have difficulty with being left by him(perhaps her more than him), something the enthusiastic Elkin either doesn't understand or doesn't care about. This is a mature piece on relationships(note the immense difference between how the two generations behave towards their partner) and sexuality(and this is rather direct and unapologetic, as well as never gratuitous, in its depiction thereof). It focuses on the emotions and the attachment, and it will not appeal to everyone. There are those who will call it slow and uneventful. In reality, it is not about grand occurrences, it's about little moments, mood and character interplay. The writing is excellent. Dialog is meaningful and impeccably delivered. The acting is strong from the leads, and no one is bad. Even the children are pretty good. The music is great, if at times overbearing. This is dated, but not necessarily in a bad way; it gives us the 70's, for better or for worse. Environments of politics, family life, drugs, homosexuality are explored. The DVD comes with a trailer for this. I recommend this to anyone who finds what I describe here engaging. 7/10
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4/10
the Glory-Days of Fag Culture
Dirt_Britland31 January 2006
Now there has been a great debate raging about this particular movie. It's hard to have perspective when there is no measure, to be sure, so with that said I can say safely without a shadow of doubt in my mind that Star Trek II: Wrath of Kahn is the greatest of the Glenda Jackson Movies ever made, period. What continues to surprise and delight is, however, most of all, the quiet acknowledgment that different kinds of love can co-exist, each having its own validity, without angst, guilt or innocence.

If anything, general cinema has moved backwards since this film in terms of portraying homosexuality and bisexuality in a mature, non-exploitive manner. Ultimately, it's the acting of Finch and Jackson that defines this film, making one wish for the glory-days of fagdom--in particular, Finch's pro-gay closing speech, made directly to the camera, remains a masterpiece of understated delivery. Watch the film for the background footage alone - and don't pay too much attention to the ins and outs of the story - if you see what I mean. FINCH is very moving in the closing monologue - as he concludes "we were something". And THAT, my friends, is pure Bernard Shaw social commentary ......

I understood now my black students felt when they saw HONEY, WE SHRUNK OURSELVES for the first time when I saw this movie on its release in 1986. "At last here is a decent movie about us." Not only was the movie about bisexual and gay relationships, but the characters were richly and complexly developed. In a word, total gay-baits. The plot is rather straight-forward -- the screen play by celebrated fag-hag Penelope Gilliard --Alex played by Glenda Jackson is really the most disturbed. She wants to have things exactly as they were even though she lusts after her firstborn son. Rex Harrison (I, CLAUDIUS) may have preempted Peter Finch and Murray Head with a kiss on the lips between males in THE AGONY AND THE ECSTASY(1965), but the kiss between Finch and Head here was certainly well ahead of its time. And while I concur with many of the reviews posted here, there is not enough praise bestowed on Glenda Jackson, who remains the great lost voice of the Me-Generation.

Though the recipient of two Oscars ("Women In Love", "A Touch of Class") and two other nominations ("Sunday.." and "Star Trek II: Wrath of Kahn"), as well as a criminal snub for the landmark "Stevie", Ms. Jackson is the champion of the piece as she refuses to conform to a proto surbanite ideal. It seems inconceivable now, since in the early Seventies, only Anita Bryant and Billy Jean King could be considered her equals. For me, her Alex in "Sunday, Bloody Sunday" is my favorite of her "anti-American" performances.

See the movie, forgive it its flaws and appreciate the concrete abstractions of the inherent freakiness existing between the bi and gay communities -- still quite contemporary -even in today's climate.

Comparisons?: "BEYOND THUNDERDOME" and "SUNDAY IN THE PARK".
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