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“SPRINGSTEEN:  DELIVER ME FROM NOWHERE” My rating: B+ (In theaters)

120 minutes | MPAA rating: PG-13

Less rock concert than chamber piece, “Springsteen: Deliver Me From Nowhere” is an intimate drama about a guy losing his mind at the same time he’s becoming one of the most famous entertainers on the planet.

As a longtime fan of the Boss, I found Scott Cooper’s film unexpectedly moving, and not just because of the brilliance of Bruce Springsteen’s songwriting.

The film is about the creative process, sure, but it’s also about  family dysfunction, personal demons, and the lifelong struggle to discover one’s true essence even when the rest of the world is all too eager to dictate what it expects you to be.

Unfolding over a year in the early 1980s, “Deliver Me…” finds Springsteen (Jeremy Allen White, stupendous) riding high from his just-completed “River” tour…or is he?  Bruce finds little satisfaction with his new star status (first new car, lakeside rental in rural Jersey, guest gigs at the Stony Pony in Asbury Park).  Something’s missing.

The screenplay by Cooper (adapting Warren Zanes’ book) follows Bruce’s retreat to his hideaway in the country where he lays low and begins writing the material that will become his album “Nebraska.” It’s less a pleasurable vacation than a furious quest. The man has ideas — dark ones at that — circling around in his head that demand expression in song.

Periodically the film delivers black-and-white flashbacks to Bruce’s childhood with a protective mother (Gaby Hoffmann) and a struggling working class father (Steven Graham) who all too often takes out his frustrations on his loved ones.

These digressions are integral to understanding the singer and his songs. Childhood trauma finds its way into the music…but, then, so do little moments of grace (dancing with Mom, being driven into the country by Dad for a romp in the cornfields).  In some cases you can draw a direct line from Bruce’s boyhood to individual songs (“My Father’s House,” “Used Cars”).

Perhaps the most problematical element of “Deliver Me…” is the brief romance between Bruce and a young waitress/mother named Faye (Odessa Young). Faye is a composite character, an amalgam of women Springsteen dated during this period. Young is solid in the role but it’s something of a thankless task…Bruce is simply so at sea with his own mental and emotional health that romantic commitment to another human being is out of the question.

Professional relationships are a bit easier to navigate.  Jeremy Strong is hugely effective as manager Jon Landau, who runs interference for his famous client and appears to care more for Bruce’s well-being than for the moneymaking machine he could soon become. When Bruce decides to release the rough demos of his “Nebraska” songs — acoustic mono, no backup musicians, no fancy mastering, no portrait on the album cover, no tour, no press — it is Landau who stands up to record company bigwigs who dismiss Springsteen’s “folk record” as a disaster in the making.

Jeremy Strong

Late in the film we see Bruce in his first session with a psychiatrist, but throughout “Deliver Me From Nowhere” we see our man making small incremental steps toward healing. The first of these is recognizing that something’s wrong.

The performances are terrific throughout, but White’s Bruce is so good that he becomes his own person.  It’s not an imitation — although White’s vocals and stage movements are uncannily accurate — but rather a reinterpretation.  There were moments when I forgot this was a film specifically about Springsteen and regarded it as a much bigger examination of the artistic imperative.  Which is saying something.

I fully expect an Oscar nomination for White…and another for Graham, whose Springsteen pere is a sad nightmare of blue-collar disappointment and emotional turmoil.  This British actor has only a few moments of screen time, but the impression he makes on the viewer gives the film a thematic backbone that keeps everything moving.

Will “Deliver Me From Nowhere” appeal to those merely on the fringes of Springsteeniana? It’s a tough call. I found the process of creating “Nebraska” and tracing the LP’s roots back to boyhood incredibly involving…but then I know these songs by heart.

But even a viewer who has never heard of Bruce Springsteen should respond to the very human conflicts depicted here. 

Fathers and sons. Failed love. Lifelong friendship. These are universal stepping stones in human life, and “Deliver Me From Nowhere” finds both the beauty and the dread.

| Robert W. Butler

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“THE IRON CLAW” My rating: B+ (In theaters)

132 minutes | MPAA rating: R

Less a wrestling movie than a Greek tragedy in Spandex, “The Iron Claw” is based on the real story of the Von Erich brothers, a family of professional grapplers who came to prominence in the 1980s.

Writer/director Sean Durkin is way less interested in the ring action (although there’s plenty of it nicely staged) than in presenting a portrait of family dysfunction so complete that the first thing we hear in the voiceover narration is that the clan is cursed.

Literally.

Our main  protagonist is Kevin Von Erlich (Zac Efron, pumped almost beyond recognition), who like his three brothers has been raised by their father, Fritz (Holt McCallany),  to excel at the family tradition.

Back in the day Fritz was on his way to a wrestling title, but claims it was denied him by the “bastards” who run the business. Now he’s determined that one — or better still, all — of his boys wear the big belt. (Along with ambition the boys have inherited from Dad the “iron claw,” a skull-squeezing wrestling move.)

Initially the Von Erichs’ life on a ranch outside Dallas seems semi-idyllic.  There’s farm work, endless hours pumping iron in the home gym, big family dinners and church on Sunday.

The boys — Kevin, Kerry (Jeremy Allen White), David (Harris Dickinson) and Mike (Stanley Simons) — revere their father and want nothing more than to please him.

Over the course of a decade their dedication will prove itself more than dangerous.  It’s deadly.

The film has been superbly acted (other cast members include Maura Tierney as the uber-religious mother and Lily James as the veterinary student who falls hard for Kevin) and despite the raucous acrobatics of the fight scenes the overwhelming mood is one of ever-tightening desperation and sadness.

Not a happy story, but beautifully done.

Teo Yoo, Greta Lee

“PAST LIVES” My rating: B (For rent on Prime, Apple+, etc.)

105 minutes | PG-13

Astonishingly delicate and quivering with emotional possibilities, Celine Song’s “Past Lives” wonders what would happen in childhood sweethearts met up many years later.

In the film’s opening scenes, set in South Korea, we are introduced to Nora and Hae Sung, 12-year-olds whose platonic friendship might over time become something more.

But Nora’s parents emigrate to Canada. Twenty years later the grown Nora (Greta Lee) lives in NYC with her husband Arthur (John Magaro). Their lives are settled and largely uneventful.

And then word arrives that Hae Sung (Teo Yoo) will be visiting the Big Apple and would like to reconnect.

It’s a setup rife with erotic possibilities, most of which writer/director Song keeps on the back burner. “Past Lives” is much more about its characters’ emotional interiors than physical betrayal.

Off the bat it’s obvious that while Nora has achieved a level of mature sophistication, Hae Sung is stymied in a sort of sad adolescence. He still lives with his parents and is indifferent when it comes to a career. 

Apparently he’s lived two decades in “what could have been” mode.

The film is mostly conversations between the two old friends as they walk around the city.

Arthur, meanwhile, is trying to stifle his anxiety that he might lose his wife…his alienation is heightened by his inability to participate in their intimate conversations in Korean.

“Past Lives” is one of those films in which nothing seems to happen, while emotionally all sorts of stuff is going on. The performances are really terrific, with Teo Yoo creating a portrait of sweet longing so heartbreaking you want to give him a hug.

| Robert W. Butler

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Riz Ahmed, Jessie Buckley

“FINGERNAILS” My rating: C+ (Apple+)

113 minutes | MPAA rating: R

From the INTRIGUING IDEA GOES NOWHERE DEPARTMENT:

“Fingernails” unfolds in an alternate reality that looks a lot like America in the 1980s.  No ubiquitous cell phones or laptops. Most of the cars are sedans, not SUVs. The TV sets are modestly proportioned.

Except that in this reality the films “Titanic” (1997)  and “Notting Hill” (1999) are already classics (the latter a key title in the Hugh Grant Romance film festival).

And a special feature of this alternate universe is a process (allegedly scientific) that allows couples to test for romantic compatability. Ideally you want a score of 50%, indicating that a couple love each other equally.  More often though, those tested discover that they’ve  absolutely no future with their current squeeze.

And what do you have to sacrifice for this life-changing information? Well, in addition to paying a steep fee you must have one of your fingernails pulled out with pliers (sans anesthesia) so that it can be microwaved along with one yanked from your significant other.  Apparently fingernails are terrific indicators of one’s emotional state.

Anna (Jessie Buckley) is the latest employee of the Love Institute, which not only conducts the fingernail tests but holds seminars and workshops and issues reports on what its researchers have discovered about romance.

Anna and her beau Ryan (Jeremy Allen White) did the fingernail test several years earlier and were told that they were a perfect match.  Except that Anna is starting to get bored with the relationship (possibly Ryan is too nice and predictable).  Anna hopes that by working as a counselor at the Institute she can gain insights into her own romantic sensibilities.

Her work partner is Amir (Riz Ahmed), and it doesn’t take a fingernail test to determine that Anna’s affections soon will be directed his way.

As written by Christos Nikou, Sam Steiner and Davros Raptis and directed by Nikou, “Fingernails” scores more points for quirkiness than for emotional heft.

And even the quirkiness is of the low-caliber variety.  There are a couple of amusing moments but the film never quite jells as either comedy or romance.  I was ready for it to wrap things up a good half hour before the end.

That said, I’m a big fan of Buckley (even with a ‘do that looks like it was styled with a weed whacker).  Ahmed and White are solid as Anna’s romantic options, and Luke Wilson very nearly steals the film as the science-nerd chief of the Love Institute.

Forget about the fingernail test.  When it comes to human emotions there are no absolutes.

|Robert W. Butler

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Jeremy Allen White, Ebon Moss-Bachrach

“THER BEAR” (Hulu):  Everything you’ve heard about Season 2 of ”The Bear” is true. The show is off-the-charts wonderful.

Over 10 episodes we follow Bassett-eyed Carmy (Emmy-winner Jeremy Allen White) and his misfit band of chefs as they struggle to turn their former sandwich shop into a high-end restaurant. Along the way Carmy finds romance with old flame Claire (Molly Gordon), opening up the possibility of a stabilizing relationship in his peripatetic life.

Around that through line, though, the showrunners and writers devote individual episodes to the experiences of peripheral characters.  The pastry chef Marcus (Lionel Boyce) is sent to Europe to study his craft at the elbow of a British baker (Will Poulter); it’s his first time abroad and an education in all sorts of ways. 

Even more compelling is the next-do-the-last episode in which Richie (Ebon Moss-Bachrach), the sad, sour-tempered bozo who seems to infect everything he touches, is farmed out for a week to one of Chicago’s Michelin-starred eateries.

 At first Richie  rebels at the grunt work he’s assigned (a whole day polishing forks?) but little by little he starts to understand the pride with which employees of a great restaurant go about their jobs.  On his last day he peels mushrooms with the joint’s founder (Olivia Colman, no less), soaking up kitchen wisdom  and returning to The Beef a changed man.  It’s simply a brilliant transformation.

But that’s not even the season’s high point.  No, that would be Episode 6 (“Fishes”) which consists entirely of a flashback to the family’s last Christmas before brother Mike (Jon Bernthal) committed suicide. It is one of the greatest hours of TV I’ve ever seen, with an unbelievably furious appearance by Jamie Lee Curtis as the clan’s coming-apart-at-the-seams matriarch.

 Cooking a holiday meal for a crowd can prove traumatic for even the most even-keeled of us…when you’re a raging alcoholic boiling over with resentment and guilt it’s an atomic device just waiting to go off. Curtis is terrifying and achingly sad…the perf has “Emmy” stamped all over it.

And the episode is crammed with heavy-hitting guest stars like Sarah Paulson, John Mulaney, Bob Odenkirk and Gillian Jacobs in addition to clan members like Uncle Jimmy (Oliver Platt), preggers sister Natalie (Abby Elliott) and her too-decent-to-be-human hubby, Pete (Chris Witaske). 

The whole thing is played at breakneck speed with  rattattatt overlapping dialogue and emotional pyrotechnics…raising the question of how many awards one episode of TV can possible earn.

Kate Box, Madeleine Sami

“DEADLOCH” (Prime): This Aussie whodunnit is an absolute hoot, a parody of the hugely popular “Broadchurch,” only this time with a gender bending approach that somehow manages to be screamingly funny without dipping into overt political incorrectness.

Like “Broadchurch” this murder mystery unfolds in a small town beside a huge body of water. Deadlock is a Tasmania burg on the shore of the redundantly-named Deadlock Lake, from which dead bodies keep washing up to disturb revellers at the food-forward Feastival.

Kate Box (she played the rogue lawyer’s Girl Friday in the Aussie hit “Rake”) stars as police chief  Dulcie Colllins who, like about 80 percent of the women in town, is gay, Her partner (Alicia Gardener) is the New Age-y town veterinarian, a raw abrasion of emotional neediness and lesbian militancy.

As the bodies pile up it becomes clear that Deadlock has a serial killer problem (hmmm…all the victims were hetero men with histories as sexual abusers) the authorities send in big-city detective Eddie Redcliffe, a foul-mouthed bull-in-a-china-shop sort who is like every drunken, donut-scarfing cop ever depicted…with the novel exception that Eddie is a woman.

She’s played as a sort of smoking human fireplug by Madeleine Sami, who at times seems to have based the performance on Alex Borstein’s memorable turn as Susie Myerson in “The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel.” Well, if you’re gonna steal, steal from the best — this a gut-busting firecracker of a performance.

The show’s creators and writers (Kate McCartney, Kate McLennan) have a lovely time filtering the usual murder mystery elements through a sieve of gay awareness.  There are some moments that had me on the floor…like the women’s choir whose voices sound absolutely heavenly until they get to  the lyric about touching yourself.

“Deadloch” is more a case of concentrating on the journey than on the solution.  But that journey is a well worth it.

| Robert W. Butler

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