Bruce Springsteen: Deliver Me from Nowhere Strums the Right Chords, Misses the Beat

Good Fortune

★ ★ ½

Bruce Springsteen: Deliver Me from Nowhere is the next in line for a new trend in musician biographies—the expanded micro-biopic. A typical micro-biopic focuses on a brief, sharply defined moment in someone’s life rather than their full story. Last year’s A Complete Unknown focused on Bob Dylan’s (Timothée Chalamet) folk beginnings. Here, we follow Bruce Springsteen’s (Jeremy Allen White) passion project—the Nebraska album.

The film opens with Bruce’s career already in full swing, coming off The River Tour—a massive 140-plus shows across the U.S. and Europe. It’s the kind of tour that cements a career and catapults an artist into superstardom. As the tour concludes, everyone—including his manager Jon Landau (Jeremy Strong)—recognizes Bruce’s need to take a little time and decompress. At the same time, they don’t want him to lose momentum, so the question, “What’s next?” hangs in the air.

Jeremy Allen White as Bruce Springsteen
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Back home in Colts Neck, N.J., Bruce is exhausted—reflecting on a childhood shadowed by an abusive, alcoholic father. As he turns inward, Terrence Malick’s film Badlands starring Martin Sheen and Sissy Spacek is on television. That film explores a fictionalized version of the famous Starkweather case where Charles Starkweather (19 at the time) and Caril Anne Fugate (14 at the time) began a killing spree in Lincoln, Neb.

Bruce connected with the Starkweather case because he saw in it a moral confusion—an ordinary kid who’d lost his compass. It’s not that Bruce connected with the violence, but the why of the violence—that deep, dark part that seems to be missing. Making Nebraska was his therapy, a way to try to find what he himself had lost. It hit a nerve he’d been avoiding: the fear that he’d become his father. As the film tells us, he’s avoided serious relationships. He’s deeply afraid of ruining someone else’s life.

Working out a song at home
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White’s performance is flawless—and quite possibly saves the film. He keeps the film alive. Even when the story falters—and it certainly does—White never lets us down. His portrayal of Bruce feels real and authentic. When he’s allowed to go deep into Bruce’s emotional turmoil, White gives us an astoundingly great characterization.

The film builds strong momentum, leading to the midpoint of the second act. But there’s a distinct moment where life gets sucked right out of the driving energy previously built. It comes moments after the studio recording of Born in the U.S.A. where producers and sound engineers look at each other with excited surprise. They know in their bones it’s an instant hit. It’s a well-shot scene that pulls us in—we feel a part of it.

Jeremy Allen White as Bruce and Jeremy Strong as Jon Landau
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But then “Two Weeks Later” flashes on screen, and we cut to a scene outside CBS Studios, where Bruce is unhappy with how the other songs are being treated. He’s trying to recreate the raw, naked way he recorded them in his bedroom at home. It’s the kind of scene that makes sense to the story, but the way it’s handled changes the tone of the entire film.

The energy and rhythm never recover, and the film doesn’t deliver us from nowhere—it takes us straight there. From here, we’re given moments in the events that occurred leading up to the release of Nebraska, but they’re piecemeal melodrama—never syncing with the intensity built by the first half of the film.

Bruce seems to get what he wants—no matter how unreasonable the demand—with barely any pushback. There’s no real closure in his relationship with Faye, who isn’t a real person, but an amalgam of all his girlfriends. He kind of overcomes his childhood trauma. Sort of, but not really.

Jeremy Allen White as Bruce and Odessa Young as Faye
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In truth, it wasn’t a hard sell for Bruce to get Nebraska released despite the film’s attempts to squeeze out drama. He was already a rising star, and the label didn’t question his artistic integrity. The issues were mostly technical. How do they make a production-ready master off a low-fidelity cassette made in his bedroom?

If we’re going to take a microscopic look at a segment of his long and storied career, this is where the last half of the film should have focused—against the backdrop of Bruce battling his personal demons. But when it tries, it fails to connect.

What we’re left with is a fractured telling of the creation of Nebraska. It’s supposed to be a deeply therapeutic experience for Bruce. But the film tries too hard to manufacture studio drama that wasn’t really there. Had they leaned harder into Bruce betting his reputation on this recording and layered that against him coming to terms with his abusive past, we’d have had something to remember.

As the credits rolled, we should have felt like we’d experienced something visceral and profound. Instead, we’re left with a scratchy recording of a song recorded on a four-track cassette recorder in a New Jersey bedroom. There’s something there, but we can’t quite hear it.