
The Bruce Springsteen movie is slow. It’s redundant. And a lot of the music featured is not the artist’s most popular music. Springsteen: Deliver Me From Nowhere does not have the appeal of A Complete Unknown, the Bob Dylan movie from last year. That film had moments of joy and this new one is a bit more grim.
Is it unfair or unwise to compare this new movie to last year’s? Maybe. But that’s what I keep thinking about.
Jeremy Allen White is okay as Springsteen but this script would be challenging for any actor. To convey angst, discomfort and depression without physically acting out can’t be easy. Okay, there are couple of instances of acting out but mainly he keeps it inside. White gives it his best but the material is lacking.
The period depicted is the early 1980s. Springsteen has finished a tour and in his alone time he writes and records the songs that will become his Nebraska album. That album was released in 1982 and contains music that is not familiar to the general public. There ARE fans who say that Nebraska is their favorite Springsteen album. Just as there are people who say rutabagas are their favorite vegetable.
Some of the music in S:DMFN is excellent. The bits where Bruce is jamming classic oldies with a band at the Stone Pony, his old club in Asbury Park NJ, are fun. A performance of Born In The USA in a recording studio is a real killer. But the tone of the movie and some of the music is somber.
Jeremy Strong plays Bruce’s manager Jon Landau who has to convince the CBS records honchos that Bruce wants to release these raw songs, originally recorded on a cassette machine in his bedroom, as his next album. Paul Walter Hauser plays Mike, who engineers those bedroom sessions. Odessa Young plays Bruce’s love interest Faye, who provides glimmers of happiness during this glum period of Springsteen’s life. Podcaster/comedian Marc Maron has a small role as a studio hand.
After Springsteen moves to Los Angeles, he seeks professional help to mitigate all his anguish. One can hope that the events depicted in S:DMFN might lead any moviegoers who have similar demons to get the counseling they need.
I’m a Springsteen fan. Saw him in concert four times. I believe Born To Run is among the greatest rock songs ever. So it feels weird that I am lukewarm about the movie.
Since Bruce sang about baseball in his song Glory Days and since the St. Louis Cardinals had a player named Scott Cooper for a season back in the 90s, let me put it this way: writer/director Scott Cooper was swinging for the fences but he got a standup double. Which is still a solid base hit.
Springsteen: Deliver Me From Nowhere is rated R.


