Sunday Bloody Sunday (1971)

Directed by John Schlesinger
My rating: 2.5 stars out of 4
IMDb
(DVD, MGM)

Glenda Jackson is a divorcee and Peter Finch a doctor who worship swinging London artist Murray Head, who takes advantage of both of them. We get icky sex scenes between Head and Finch and Head and Jackson. There is a long, long sequence in which Jackson and Head are babysitting a bunch of bratty kids, culminating with their dog getting run over. When Head decides to go to New York, Finch and Jackson go into a panic. Obviously Head is the crux of the film, and his character is shallow and trendy, making it difficult to empathize with his obsessive adoration by just about every one else in the movie. However, there is an interesting subtext of communication, or lack thereof, in the modern world that Schlesinger may be trying to explore, hinted at by recurring images of telephone circuitry and a brilliant opening montage, but it is not fleshed out.