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Sunday Bloody Sunday is a 1971 British drama film directed by John Schlesinger and starring Murray Head, Glenda Jackson and Peter Finch. It tells the story of a free-spirited young bisexual artist (played by Head) and his simultaneous relationships with a female recruitment consultant (Jackson) and a male Jewish doctor (Finch).
The film was released before the 1972 events in Derry, Northern Ireland were coined Bloody Sunday (1972).
The film is significant for its time in that Finch's character is depicted as successful and relatively well-adjusted, and not particularly upset by his sexuality. In this sense, Sunday Bloody Sunday was a considerable departure from Schlesinger's previous film Midnight Cowboy, which had portrayed homosexuals as alienated and self-loathing.
A Jewish doctor, Daniel Hirsh (Peter Finch) and a young woman, Alex Greville (Glenda Jackson) are both involved in a love triangle with contemporary sculptor Bob Elkin (Murray Head). Not only are Hirsh and Greville aware that Elkin is seeing the other but they know one another through mutual friends. Despite this, they are willing to put up with the situation through fear of losing Elkin, who switches freely between them.
Wipe the tears away, wipe the tears away
Sunday Bloody Sunday
Sunday Bloody Sunday
I can't believe the news today
Oh, I can't close my eyes and make it go away
How long...
How long must we sing this song?
How long? how long...
'Cause tonight... we can be as one
Tonight...
Broken bottles under children's feet
Bodies strewn across the tattered street
But I won't heed the battle call
It puts my back up
Puts my back up against the wall
Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday (Sunday bloody Sunday...)
(Lets go! )
And the battle's just begun
There's many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart
How long...
How long must we sing this song?
How long? how long...
'Cause tonight... we can be as one
Tonight...
Tonight...
Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday (Sunday bloody Sunday...)
Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away
I wipe your tears away
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die
On...
The real battle has just begun
To claim the victory that Jesus won
Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday