Springsteen & I Review

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A sweet crowdsourced doc presenting The Boss as some kind of beloved earthly deity.

Bruce Springsteen is Christ Almighty. He has to be. There is no other explanation for this movie. Made up from the stuttered and emotional webcam testimonies of fawning Boss superfans, Baillie Walsh's super sweet and super simple patchwork connects up the tall tales from concert attendees with actual footage live footage of the event. So we have one Brit girl who went along to a gig with an "I'll Be Your Courtney Cox" banner, and half-way through a rendition of Dancing In the Dark, Springsteen calls her up on stage and they share a bit of a jig.

Far from the obnoxious, back-to-audience tours of duty from other dino rock statesmen like Bob Dylan and Van Morrison, Springsteen sticks to a regiment of high-energy, three-hour-plus sets which are driven by audience participation and the projection of a sense of deep happiness and privilege to be given the chance to play to such massive, adoring audiences. His perpetually jolly demeanour duly lends the film a sense of great uplift.

As much as this is a film about extreme fandom and joys of getting close and personal with a music legend, Walsh's film also offers a neat examination into the art of stage banter. As one of the few rock legends who has refused to try his hand at screen acting, you feel from his easy, charismatic repartee that he would probably excel within a fictional environment. There's even one piece of archive footage which he chuckles through an apparently improvised monologue about cunnilingus, looping back on himself at the end to address all the young members of his audience who probably have no idea what he's gabbing about.

As much as his saintly credentials are tough to question (there really his the sense that he can make the lame walk and the blind see), there are a few tales that err on the strangely seedy: one Northern factory worker tells of how he saved up a big wedge of money to take his wife to a Bruce concert at Madison Square Garden. Finding out upon arrival he had the worst seats in the house, a strange bearded man claiming to "work for the Boss" hands them a free-of-charge upgrade to the best seats in the house.


Any excuse to see The Boss on the big screen...



Puts the crowdsourced collage format to sweet, if slight use.


In Retrospect

So utterly affirmative in every way, it'll leave you beaming.

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