Over the Holiday Weekend I went to see three films in one day.
'Saturday Night and Sunday Morning' and 'The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner' showing as an Alan Sillitoe memorial double-bill, followed a few hours later with a 'Fight Club' chaser.
I suppose you could say they were all 'young men in existential crisis' movies with forty years and an Atlantic Ocean separating them. All immensely enjoyable, and some surprising connections between, ones I hadn't thought about prior to the screenings. All three films feature their heros physically harming themselves as expression of inner angst. In fact the opening section of 'Saturday..' includes Albert Finney deliberately throwing himself down a flight of stairs, whilst drunk, unseen from public gaze. He lands at the foot of the stairs with a look of virtual ecstacy on his bloodied face. Cut to the final 'confrontation' between the narrator and Tyler Durden in 'Fight Club' where the same act occurs. I could go on, but if you get a chance, check it out. It's quite a cool triple bill.
Despite being an admirer of Morrissey for some 20 years or more, I had never actually seen one scene of 'Saturday Night and Sunday Morning'. What an excellent film. It still holds true today, and hasn't dated in the slightest. Razor sharp writing, and you believed every flicker in Finney's eyes. Bravura performance.