I believe that Sunday Bloody Sunday is Schlesinger's best work. Having been offered the privilege of watching Darling, Marathon Man and Midnight Cowboy I have to conclude that this movie is his masterpiece. Apart from the portentuous presences of Finch and Glenda Jackson, this movie possesses its own visual and narrative artistic merits and deserves to be called a work of art and even, I dare say, a masterpiece. Jackson and Finch are convincing in their performances and Finch's torrid and tempestuous affair with Murray Head is both believable and extremely human, there appears to be no hesitation, no equivocation in the performances of these men. Glenda Jackson is superb, of course, continuing to win over audiences with her austere beauty but most importantly, her imposing presence and captivating voice both vocally and corporeally speaking. I have to say that this film captures both the technical possibilities of film, bridging the gap between fine film and great art, but furthermore it incorporates brilliant acting that warms the audience and holds the frigid imagery of a dreary and struggling London at bay. The result is a duality: the city is granted a presence, almost personal, (so captured and brought to life by Schlesinger) and the very human travails of the characters speak a timeless humanity