Deadline (1984)

Stephen Lesse is a man with dark troubles. A noted horror author and screenwriter, he finds himself hating his work, trying to come up with something more worthy whilst grappling with writers block, a grasping producer and shrill lush of a wife. Something's got to give, and give it does…Deadline sets its stall early on, strained family breakfast giving way to bloody fantasy, and the film sticks to this template, spiralling dysfunction shot through with grisly gore (we're talking some good gross blood and guts stuff here) from the imagination of our protagonist. Its oppressive, truly "feel-bad" stuff, mostly because almost every character is selfish and deeply flawed, but also in the dim view cast on the very genre and mindset of horror, something guaranteed to unsettle and even irritate fans. Sturdy performances keep a tight grip on the audience, there is something of the TV film about the acting, but in the best sort of way, dead serious and committed. Stephen Young essays convincing inner turmoil roiling inside a bitter and hard to like man, Sharon Masters excels at the edge of collapse as his wife, whilst Marvin Golhar brings bleakly amusing oily cynicism as Lesse's producer. Deadline isn't all about dark drama though, it's one of the few films of its time that unsettles by force of its nastiness rather than just atmosphere and anticipation. Few movies I have come across evoke so nicely at times the unhinged feel of the grimier end of pulp horror fiction, the slimy levels from which one can look up and consider the likes of Stephen King novels paragons of literary and moral virtue. Now clichéd ideas worked around nuns, children and at one point a goat are mined for maximum grim effect and the key notion of one of Lesse's novels that gets the film moving into its darkest realms is a concept both truly grotesque (disturbingly so) and somewhat pointless. Which I guess is sort of the point that the film appears to be making on the horror genre, that it's a breeding ground for mindlessly horrifying images that do nothing but corrupt. Its not a view I agree with in anyway and I may be overstating the films intentions (it is a bit muddled), but the abrasive nature of it gives it an uncommon kick. Apart from the moral dimension, the film is interesting just for its look at the breakdown of an artist and the assorted pressures and compromises faced, something that may well have been personal to writer/director Mario Azzopardi. A leading light of cinema and theatre in his native Malta, Deadline was his first English language production, made in Canada with the help of tax shelter for film-makers. It is therefore low budget, and the gorier scenes may well have been added at the behest of the producers (one of them really does jar, you'll see which one), making Deadline a film that appears to reference its own reality in fairly caustic fashion. Apart from his decent handling of the actors and darkly interesting writing Azzopardi has a sure handling of things throughout, suitably suspenseful or intense when needed. Particularly fine is a finale of inspired delirium, very impressive stuff. The film could have done with a shade more coherency and tighter development of its characters and themes, it also misses a trick in not connecting characters and themes closer to its gore sequences. Things are a tad messy then and depressing too, I perhaps could have done with more shading to the characters, perhaps even a little relief? Still, this is rather an ace work on the whole and richly recommended.