Sunday, Bloody Sunday

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Cast & Crew

Glenda Jackson
Alex Greville

Peter Finch
Dr. Daniel Hirsh

Murray Head
Bob Elkin

Peggy Ashcroft
Mrs. Greville

Tony Britton
George Harding

Maurice Denham
Mr. Greville

Bessie Love
Operator

Jon Finch
Scotsman

John Schlesinger
Director

Penelope Gilliatt
Writer

Joseph Janni
Producer

Edward Joseph
Associate Producer

Ron Geesin
Original Music

Billy Williams
Cinematographer

Richard Marden
Film Editor

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Critic Reviews for Sunday, Bloody Sunday

Audience Reviews for Sunday, Bloody Sunday

• Apr 17, 2014

  Glenda Jackson and the late Peter Finch deliver a solid drama and exploration of relationships but cannot be considered among the top pantheon of films.
  

  John B Super Reviewer
• Apr 02, 2013

  "Sunday Bloody Sunday" probably was a lot more groundbreaking back at the start of the 1970s due its themes of homosexuality and bisexuality, but because of how commonplace the topics are in today's society, it doesn't nearly feel as important. The performances from Peter Finch and Glenda Jackson are understated and magnetic, but they're really all that the film is worth watching for. More should have been done with the film's mature themes; instead, they're used simply to progress the plot.
  Stephen E Super Reviewer
• Nov 09, 2012

  A divorcee and a doctor vie for the affections of a young businessman. John Schlesinger's British character study is a slow-moving, complex story of human relationships and sexuality. It's a film that i should like, but I found myself waiting for a central conflict to emerge. Everything remained under the surface, in classically British subtext. The performances are all nuanced and strong, especially Glenda Jackson and Peter Finch who play overly cerebral characters; their best work is in silence, when they're thinking, processing, scheming. Overall, I wish I could say that I enjoyed this film more, but it failed to grab me.
  Jim H Super Reviewer
• Oct 28, 2012

  After his global triumph with the revolutionary film "Midnight Cowboy" (winner of the Best Picture Oscar for 1969), English filmmaker John Schlesinger came back in 1971 with the equally revolutionary "Sunday Bloody Sunday." It stars Peter Finch and Glenda Jackson as two middle-aged Londoners struggling for the attention of a young bisexual artist whom they share. Murray Head plays the artist. Partisans of gay liberation, such as myself, want very much to herald this film because of its extreme courage in openly showing two men kissing and making love and presenting it matter-of-factly. One cannot overstate how radical this was for well-known actors and an Oscar-winning director to do in 1971. But the truth can't be denied. It's a dull film. There isn't much of a story. Schlesinger wanted to do a slice-of-life depiction of English culture at this extraordinary time when revolution was in the air. Everything was questioned, including how we raise children, establish families, and establish romantic relationships. The problem is that the depiction is not that gripping. The slice-of-life approach can only work if the presentation of day-to-day life is filled with visual poetry. Visually, "Sunday Bloody Sunday" is rather pedestrian. Whereas "Midnight Cowboy" was an overpowering work of visual art, with extraordinarily poetic use of music, "Sunday Bloody Sunday" is visually flat, without the slightest bit of inspiring music. It has all the sonic poetry of a phone ringing. What little story arc there is consists of the artist planning a long trip to America and disappointing both of his middle-aged lovers. We listen over and over to Peter Finch and Glenda Jackson whine to the artist that he's not spending enough time with them, while he flits mercurially from one to another. This is not a menage-a-trois. There are two separate relationships. Finch and Jackson know of each other's existence, but they only meet at the tail end of the film. The artist never lies to either one of them. All cards are on the table. I like the critique of non-monogamous "no strings" relationships, which became quite the rage in the 1970s, with young bisexual men embodying this perhaps most quintessentially. But it isn't explored in enough depth or with enough poetry to be interesting for more than about a half-hour. After an hour, I was sick of hearing the characters whine to each other, saying very little. I love that Schlesinger and his cast had the guts to do a film like this at this time. I just wish they had more to say with the project. The first on-screen kiss between two men is not enough on which to build a film. That's just not enough to warrant 90 minutes of viewing. As I once said about Martin Scorsese's brave project "New York, New York," I admire the cojones but not the final product.
  William D Super Reviewer

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