Scott Cooper’s Springsteen: Deliver Me From Nowhere is a rather uneven affair. The good news is that Jeremy Allen White nails Springsteen’s sound, swagger, and tortured 80s soul — it’s just a shame the biopic around him drags its feet. To set your expectations - this isn’t a jukebox musical or a greatest-hits nostalgia trip. It’s not even “The Bruce Springsteen Story.” Instead, it’s a portrait of a single, pivotal moment in his life - the one that birthed Nebraska, his most intimate and haunting record. Is it bleak? Absolutely. But that’s part of the beauty. The film mirrors the stripped-down melancholy of its subject, though sometimes at the cost of energy and momentum. Still, Jeremy Allen White’s performance is worth the price of admission. He doesn’t just play Springsteen; he channels him. Every slouched walk and pained grimace feels lived-in. You believe it. Even a simple shot of him wandering a street hums with authenticity. Jeremy Strong, Paul Walter Hauser, and Odessa Young offer sturdy support, but make no mistake - this is the Jeremy Allen White show. The film’s other standout character is 1980s New Jersey itself. Yep, it’s rendered with such grit and texture you can practically smell the diner coffee and factory smoke. And then there’s the music. Ok, so we don’t get the full Born to Run playlist here, but what we do get is great. Plus, the Born in the U.S.A. recording sequence delivers pure goosebumps. Springsteen: Deliver Me From Nowhere may stumble under its own solemn weight, but when it hits the right notes, it’s magic. It captures the sound, the feel, and the fire of a man chasing redemption through music - even if the road there gets more than a little muddy.