Review: Springsteen: Deliver Me from Nowhere

Score: B

Director: Scott Cooper

Cast: Jeremy Allen White, Jeremy Strong, Odessa Young, Paul Walter Hauser

Running Time: 119 Minutes

Rated: PG-13

There have been countless musician biopics, especially since the dreadful Bohemian Rhapsody earned nearly $1 billion worldwide and won four Oscars. Although many have been much better, few have replicated the success. But they have replicated the formula: A tortured genius struggles, finds his musical brethren, reflects on his difficult childhood, and eventually becomes a massive success.

Springsteen: Deliver Me from Nowhere doesn't deviate from this formula at all really. But if you're a massive fan of the Boss like I am, that probably won't matter to you. Based on Warren Zanes's book, the film closely follows Bruce's isolated recording of Nebraska. Highly respected among critics and diehard fans, the stripped-down follow-up to The River reflected his dark headspace.

While there is some magic to seeing Bruce (Jeremy Allen White) get inspired by Terrence Malick's Badlands and haunted childhood memories, what keeps the film from being burdened by clichés is Cooper's focus on Springsteen's deteriorating mental health. This is something that also elevated Love & Mercy, about the Beach Boys's Brian Wilson, above other movies about musical geniuses.

White is perfect casting even if he doesn't really resemble New Jersey's favorite son. In this film, Bruce is constantly on the verge of tears. And there's no one better at that than the man who's played Carmy Berzatto for four seasons and counting on The Bear. The only light that comes into his life during this time is Faye (Odessa Young), a single mother and genuine fan looking for real connection. Even if she weren't a composite character, their romance would be doomed, at least if you know anything about Bruce's future marriages. But there are some truly wonderful and tender moments between the two actors.

But occasionally the film undercuts itself. Authenticity is a huge theme, especially with Springsteen demanding his producer Jon Landau (Jeremy Strong) and engineers stick to the raw sound of his original demos. And Bruce's famously contentious relationship with his father (Stephen Graham) gets plenty of flashbacks. But Cooper wholly invents some present-day reconciliation scenes, one of which is too cutesy. He and his DP also chose to shoot in crystal-clear digital, which makes the period detail come off as a bit phony. (I had this same issue with A Complete Unknown.)

Still, the film is never less than compelling, thanks to White's performance and the excellent music (played by White himself). Bruce Springsteen was a true original. It's a shame the movie isn't.

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About Kip Mooney

Like many film critics born during and after the 1980s, my hero is Roger Ebert. The man was already the best critic in the nation when he won the Pulitzer in 1975, but his indomitable spirit during and after his recent battle with cancer keeps me coming back to read not only his reviews but his insightful commentary on the everyday. But enough about a guy you know a lot about. I knew I was going to be a film critic—some would say a snob—in middle school, when I had to voraciously defend my position that The Royal Tenenbaums was only a million times better than Adam Sandler’s remake of Mr. Deeds. From then on, I would seek out Wes Anderson’s films and avoid Sandler’s like the plague. Still, I like to think of myself as a populist, and I’ll be just as likely to see the next superhero movie as the next Sundance sensation. The thing I most deplore in a movie is laziness. I’d much rather see movies with big ambitions try and fail than movies with no ambitions succeed at simply existing. I’m also a big advocate of fun-bad movies like The Room and most of Nicolas Cage’s work. In the past, I’ve written for The Dallas Morning News and the North Texas Daily, which I edited for a semester. I also contributed to Dallas-based Pegasus News, which in the circle of life, is now part of The Dallas Morning News, where I got my big break in 2007. Eventually, I’d love to write and talk about film full-time, but until that’s a viable career option, I work as an auditor for Wells Fargo. I hope to one day meet my hero, go to the Toronto International Film Festival, and compete on Jeopardy. Until then, I’m excited to share my love of film with you.