There’s plenty that doesn’t quite work in Springsteen: Deliver Me From Nowhere (you can start with that clunky title!) but one aspect that’s as tight as Max Weinberg’s snare drum is Jeremy Allen White’s central performance as Bruce Springsteen in his early thirties.

It’s a daunting gig. Springsteen is one of the most famous people of our time, and most of us already have some kind of connection to him. We all either love the guy or love someone—possibly our dads—who does. Scott Cooper’s new film focuses on a fork-in-the-road, with Bruce untethered on the cusp of superstardom, retreating to a rental home and solitude. (Men would rather self-record a series of brooding songs about murder and remorse than go to therapy.)

As such, Deliver Me From Nowhere is necessarily moody and cold. Moreo

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