Netflixable? A Brazilian pop-star biopic — “Latin Blood: The Ballad of Ney Matogrosso”

From the moment little Ney de Souza Pereira spied cabaret and carnival icon Elvira Pagã on the stage, the die was cast and his young life had purpose.

All those beatings he stubbornly endured from his military officer dad because “I’m not raising my son to become an ARTIST,” all that drawing he was doing even at an early age meant something. And when he was finally big enough to ward off his father’s blows and escape his threats, he knew what promise he had to make. He would never be invisible again.

“I’ll make sure Brazil knows about me!”

“Latin Blood: The Ballad of Ney Matogrosso” (titled “Homem com H” in Portuguese) is a straightforward pop star biopic, a film that covers many of the same bases as “What’s Love Got to Do With It,” “Bohemian Rhapsody” and “Get On Up” as it chronicles the life and struggles of a ground-breaking, barrier-shattering Brazilian showman, singing idol and queer icon.

Writer-director Esmir Filho and star Jesuíta Barbosa (“Unremember”) take us through this life, the many baby steps — first crush in his Air Force years, dabbling in costume design and acting before his high contratenor voice got noticed — and into outrageous but balladic glam pop fame and superstardom.

All this happens under the shadow of the long, repressive, censorious military dictatorship that ruled Brazil just as Ney was coming out and seizing the spotlight. A repeated image of the film is of Ney as a boy and then a young man, wandering the rainforest, not so much lost but finding his way and taking in all the wonders around him as he does.

Born in the 1940s, finding his voice in the ’60s and becoming an androgynous glam sensation in the ’70s, non-Brazilian viewers will find a lot of analogies to other careers in this singular star’s life story.

The tropes of the genre — the voice “discovered” while singing in a choir in Brasilia, that first band, a ballad-playing acoustic pop trio that converted known poetry into songs to evade censorship, inept managers and cheating ones, “going solo” and grabbing attention with every performance thanks to his (limited) attire, over-the-top Noh Theatre-Goes Native makeup and writhing stage presence, often in contrast to the lilting tunes he was performing.

Barbosa is riveting in the title role, making our anti-hero tentative but defiant, principled but flawed, passionate and impulsive. We see promiscuity in all its many forms as Matogrosso didn’t just “experiment,” he loved and coupled and throupled according to his shifting tastes and moods.

Bela Leindecker plays a friend, sounding board and lifelong confidante and sometimes lover. Augusto Trainotti is Cato, that first same-sex love, comrade in arms and air force base bunkmate in scenes whose physical chemistry simmers through the caution that their situation demanded. We meet hook-ups, feckless rich toy boys and “the one,” who shows up the moment AIDS hits Brazil.

Through all this, the one evolving constant is Ney’s relationship with his stern, cruel but steadily-softening father (Rômulo Braga, terrific), a man who beat his little boy but who kept checking on him, begging him to “come home” and eventually showing up at Ney Matogrosso’s ever-more-transgressive performances.

The lithe and body-positive Barbosa gives off a strong Rami Malek vibe, and that plays beautifully off Liev Schreiber/Eugene Levy look-alike Braga’s stony sternness.

Matogrosso, who took his father’s middle name as his stage name, was a little bit Jim Morrison, a hint of Freddie Mercury and a lot of Iggy Pop and David Bowie, all rolled up in one performer with the vocal range of a Baroque castrato, dolled-up like the fifth member of KISS.

Yeah, it’s a lot to process and the film meanders and dawdles as it passes through its many cliches. But in any language, in any culture, it’s fun to track a performer’s career from folk through glam to disco to pop and stadium-filling rocker. Here, that performer sounds like no one you’ve ever heard.

If there’s a failing in Netflix’s presentation of the film (in Portuguese, with subtitles, or dubbed) it’s that the songs themselves are NOT translated from Portuguese. As the film is heavily reliant on performance scenes, we miss what made the tunes connect with and reflect the culture Matogrosso has performed in — tunes that could be rebellious, sexual, romantic, patriotic and counter-culture controversial.

There’s a touch of Spanish filmmaker Pedro Almodovar’s story that parallels this uncommon life — a confused boy, closeted, treasured by his mother (Sabina Zúñiga Varela), bristling at the constraints of a fascist-ruled ultraconservative culture.

But unlike Almodovar, Matogrosso defiantly stood up, blew up and came out before the dictatorship ended. If he didn’t have a role in that military-rule downfall, his years of growing stardom were one long raspberry spat in the face of Brazil’s “establishment.” A triumphant “What’s Love Got to Do With It?” finale makes sure to give Ney Matogrosso the last word in that debate.

Rating: TV-MA, some violence, drug abuse, sex, nudity and profanity

Cast: Jesuíta Barbosa, Rômulo Braga, Bela Leindecker, Jeff Lryio, Mauro Soares, Augusto Trainotti and Sabina Zúñiga Varela

Credits: Scripted and directed by Esmir Filho. A Netflix release.

Running time: 2:09

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BOX OFFICE: “Dragon” slays Zombies and “Elio,” “28 Years Later” devours $30 million

There was a time when the moment a new Pixar title landed a release date, every other studio threw up its hands as a sea of suits whined, “Well, THAT weekend’s out.”

But post-COVID, factoring in inflation, “family” audiences are looking for more assurance than a simple studio brand name that the comfort food for kids they crave will deliver. Disney and now Dreamworks have pandered to that by remaking their animated hits as “live action” with CGI magic, and this summer has been owned by a “new” “Lilo & Stitch,” followed by a “new” take on “How to Train Your Dragon” from Dreamworks.

Pixar puts out an original animated adventure, and it barely moves the needle.

“Elio” opened at a near-disastrous $21 million, based on a middling preview performance and a Friday that combined ($9 million) didn’t even do as well as their similarly original “hard sell” “Elemental” of a couple of years back. Saturdays were the big tell for animated family movies, and it didn’t help.

The Dreamworks live-action “How to Train Your Dragon” will own that audience and this weekend, with a second week take in the $37 million.

Reviews aren’t exactly over-the-moon for “Elio,” as Pixar seems to have aged out of its way with engaging characters and winning stories. International box office may allow this one to earn back its $150 million budget, but the day may be coming when there’s a shakeup at Pixar, as their
“original” misses are starting to pile up.

Thats the worst opening weekend ever for a Pixar title.

Danny Boyle’s third film in his “rage virus” zombie allegory has brand recognition, Jodie Comer, Aaron Taylor-Johnson and Ralph Fiennes, and that adds up to “28 Years Later” rolling up $30 million on its opening weekend.

You’d think people would be sick of zombies.

The script reaches for allegory and grace notes, lamenting the state of humanity and messaging compassion in between the over-the-top, “House of a Thousand Corpses” violence. Reviews overall have been decent to near-enthusiastic.

“Lilo & Stitch” adds another $9.7 million or so to slide to fourth place, and should clear the $400 million mark by next weekend, Saturday at the latest.

“Mission: Impossible — The Final Reckoning” may have vanished from the national conversation and from box office bragging, but it’s in the top five for one last weekend, earning another $6.5 million, although being just short of $180 million means it won’t clear the $200 million mark before it loses its screens and goes streaming. It’s already bested the “Dead Reckoning” that preceded it at the US/Canadian box office.

The cynical and unromantic all-star “Materialists” lost half its opening weekend mojo and cleared $5 million on its second weekend, pointing to a $30-35 million take by the time it loses all its screens and finishes its run. It’ll have cleared $23 million by midnight Sunday.

John Wick World “Ballerina” is out of the top five and fading fast, “The Life of Chuck,” and the spring box office smash “Sinners” drop out of the top ten,.

“Kuberra,” and Indian release in a lot of theaters, managed to crack the top ten at over $1.7 million.

A second Rebel Wilson small-distributor comedy of the year, “Bride Hard,” is proving as hard a sell as her “Juliet & Romeo” — terrible reviews, limited box office appeal.

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Movie Preview: Michelle Dockery’s not good with kids? “Please Don’t Feed the Children”

Giancarlo Esposito also stars in this limited release (June 27).

Gotta wonder if the title’s a “Twilight Zone” tease, with “Downton” Dockery involved. She’d have no trouble giving off that vibe or pulling that off. Just saying.

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Movie Preview: An amnesiac pregnant woman, a remote British Isle and Maxine Peake telling Erin Kellyman she’s not “Woken” enough to leave

Yeah, the headline says it all.

Looks tight though. Paranoid, the works.

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Movie Review: “The Life of Chuck” Dances for the Reason to Live at the End of the World

Speaking as a critic who’s been “blurbed” a few times over the decades, you’ve got to recognize the double-edged sword such “recognition” in the advertising on a poster for a movie is. That’s you, out there, effusive in your praise, struggling to come up with a coherent, grammatical endorsement of a movie you loved.

And if, as some of the breathless shills for “The Life of Chuck” are insisting, it’s a “life altering experience,” “profoundly magical” and an “It’s a Wonderful Life’ for today,” they’re on safe ground.

But if it isn’t — and it most decidedly is not — at least they have the comfort of knowing that nobody will fling their words back at them from a DVD box or a collectible poster, as in days of yore. Because nobody’s collecting the poster for this, and I dare say few will be buying it on Bluray for their collection.

It’s a cloying, feel-good end-of-the-world story that reaches for emotions in a few stand-out moments, and grasps for many others that just aren’t there. Based on a late-life Stephen King novella, it leans on dance scenes, the words of Walt Whitman and Carl Sagan and Gimme Some Lovin'” by the Spencer Davis Group (“Little” Stevie Winwood on vocals and organ) to give you the “feels.”

Sometimes that works, and often it annoys, a 101 minute annoyance about facing death and the end of times dryly narrated to DEATH by Nick Offerman.

But if Stephen King was feeling nostalgic, wistful and philosphical about “the end,” having survived into old age, a near fatal running-over by a van, decades of coming in and out of favor and the task of passing his horror baton to his son Joe Hill, we owe him this indulgence. Director and screenwriter Mike Flanagan (“Doctor Sleep,” the recent “House of Usher,” “Hill House” and “Bly House” horror series) we owe a lot less.

A cascading torrent of calamities have befallen the Earth — sinkholes and tsunamis, California is sliding off into the sea, vast chunks of it at a time and it’s the End of the Internet as We Know It. There’s nothing for it but to stare into the night sky and watch planets and stars wink-out of existence and resign ourselves to a favorite Carl Sagan quote about the fleeting nature of time, “the great clock of the universe,” and our tiny lives within it.

Sagan’s “We are like mayflies, fleeting ephemeral creatures who live out their lives in the course of a single day,” isn’t quoted in the movie. But it informs every downbeat moment of it.

Chiwetel Ejiofor plays a midwestern teacher trying to keeps his students — and their parents at parent-teacher conferences — focused on their studies with the world ending around them and life serving up day after day of bad news, work-arounds and drive-arounds as society, civilization and life breaks down. Suicides are rampant, something the teacher’s ex-wife/nurse (Karen Gillan) is struggling with.

But this former couple has a bigger concern. “The end…Who do you want to be with for it?”

All around them, on billboards, on radio, the Internet and TV before all that vanishes, are ads congratulating “Chuck Krantz” for “39 Great Years.” It’s become a joke, and in this movie, that joke is a “cosmic” one.

Chuck (Tom Hiddleston) lived his life of comfy “quiet desperation” as an accountant. But in the movie’s signature knock-out moment, this accountant at a conference stops on hearing the busking of street drummer Taylor Gordon, and breaks into dance. As a crowd gathers, a just-jilted-bookstore clerk (Annalise Basso) is coaxed into the city square to dance with him.

“The Life of Chuck” will tell Chuck’s story in reverse order from that moment, how he (Benjamin Pajak, Cody Flanagan and Jacob Tremblay play younger Chucks) lost his parents as a child, was raised by his grandparents (Mark Hamill and “Ferris Bueller” alumna Mia Sara), how he discovered the childhood joy of dancing with his granny, rediscovering that in school and then casting aside that love to be practical and take up accounting like his grandfather.

Chuck’s “congratulations” messaging takes a supernatural turn as the movie progresses and we see him on his deathbed, presumably before The World Ends, comforted by his wife (“New World” Pocahontas Q’orianka Kilcher), perhaps reconciled to the Big Message of this over-narrated wade into what “28 Years Later” reminded us about life and why we should live it while we have the chance — “Memento mori.”

Through it all, a story told in reverse order (more or less), our endlessly opining voice-over narrator redundantly reminds us of the Great Imponderables of The End, as many a character must “wonder why God made the world.”

This feel good “worlds’ end” dramedy isn’t as uplifting as “Seeking a Friend for the End of the World,” isn’t as sad and fatalistic as “On the Beach.” King and Flanagan lack the writerly/cinematic existential heft to truly ponder “the end” from an old man’s perspective the way Orson Welles did throughout his career, from “Citizen Kane” and “Magnificent Ambersons” to “Chimes at Midnight” and “The Other Side of the Wind.”

So their point, such as it is, amounts to little or nothing.

Offerman’s reading of Flanagan and King’s narration never goes deeper than glum and never rises above glib. The performances are competent and some players have “moments,” but by and large they don’t register in much more than an archetypal sense.

“The Life of Chuck” has a resignation and a timeliness to it that render any “escape” it might offer moot. Every viewer brings his or her own baggage into the cinema, but whatever might have touched many seems buried under disorganized treacle.

It’s no wonder that apocalypse movies are all the rage this year. Missiles flying in the Middle East, distracting from an ongoing genocide, a snake oil salesman in charge of American health care and a soulless con man with his finger on the button that could generate End Times, forever boasting of his cunning plan to end Federal disaster relief, it’s all a little too grim to get away from by slipping into a cinema for a generally dull downer of a movie.

“Profoundly magical?” All this facile, faux fatalistic film lacks is a Bobby McFerrin sing-along over the closing credits. Then again, they’d probably have Offerman narrate that, too.

Rating: R, profanity

Cast: Tom Hiddleston, Jacob Tremblay, Annalise Basso, Q’orianka Kilcher, Chiwetel Ejiofor, Karen Gillan, Carl Lumbly, Mia Sara and Mark Hamill, narrated by Nick Offerman.

Credits: Scripted and directed by Mike Flanagan, based on the novella by Stephen King. A Neon release.

Running time: 1:51

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Movie Review: A Tour of Jolly Olde Zombieland “28 Years Later”

It begins with children watching the “Teletubbies” on the tube, reaching for a more innocent time.

But the TV is just a distraction. Parents have parked their kids in front of it while they cope with the awful news they’ve heard of outside of that room, which they lock when the inevitable happens. And when a child opens that door, there’s another inevitability — wanton, pitiless and horrific slaughter of the innocents.

Danny Boyle’s return to his “rage virus” zombie universe comes 18 years after “28 Weeks Later,” years further removed from “28 Days Later.” And “28 Years Later” faces the grim cinematic landscape of zombies over-exposed, an Oscar-winning director forced to try and top “Zombieland” and “Train to Busan” and whole TV series devoted to life in a crumbling civilization where zombies are an ongoing threat.

Aside from far more graphic gore, Boyle doesn’t top himself or the best of the zombie offerings from Korea and elsewhere in intensity and terror. So the Oscar-winning director, working from a script by “Civil War” writer-director Alex Garland, struggles to give relevence and intellectual/allegorical heft to a story about “the other” and a humanity deadened to the reality of an enemy that must be killed on sight ad infinitum.

But all the sizzling in-your-face editing, the black and white montages of 2archival conflict footage, the aural montages of the decades that have passed since “28 Days Later” put Boyle over the top and Cillian Murphy on the map (crackling dial-up internet, etc.) fail at topping the heart-stopping suspense and terror of Boyle’s earlier zombie films, or their Korean offspring.

It’s the suggestions of humanity’s rising inhumanity, the allusions to Joseph Conrad’s “Heart of Darkness” with a Kurtz who has reconciled and resigned himself to the horrors around him that make this picture worth chewing over.

I can’t be the only one who wishes “Slumdog/127 Hours” Boyle had found fresh filmic subject matter and that he had the blank check to film it that a zombie sequel offered. But “Yesterday” punctured that balloon.

All these “Years Later” a survivor from that “Teletubbies” massacre has grown up to be a bearded, longbow-armed warrior (Aaron Taylor-Johnson) with a son of his own. And Jimmy thinks twelve-year-old Spike (Alfie Williams) is ready to leave the island refuge where British civilization clings to life, to go on a foraging expedition and collect his “first kill.”

The signs of a “keep calm and mind the ‘limited resources'” society are all over “Holy Island” (Holy Island of Lindisfarne, Berwick-upon-Tweed, Northumberland, England, UK). They’ve survived the end of Britain, “quarantined” from the rest of Europe, which escaped the worst of the “rage virus.”

As the Elders of Holy Island offer little resistance to the idea of a boy going with his father to kill
“the infected” while scrounging for anything useful on the mainland, and Spike’s mother (Jodie Comer) is having mental episodes and incapable of pushback, off they go.

“He’s got no mind, he’s got no soul,” Jimmy coaches his kid on facing assorted zombie “types.” “The more you kill, the easier it gets.”

The wonders of the vast, nearly empty “mainland” get lost in that lesson. But seeing distant smoke and hearing that a far-off “doctor” is responsible for it puts Spike in mind of “saving” his mother by getting her treatment. Seeing his insensate lout of a father cheating on her after a night of drunken revels in the Holy Island pub when they return seals that pact. He will steal away and take her to mysterious and “mad” Dr. Kelson (Ralph Fiennes).

They will encounter Swedish commandos patrolling Quarantined Britain, and one (Edvin Ryding). And they will find that doctor and his “Memento Mori” bone-statue monument to the dead, all of whom — “infected” and uninfected, were human at one point and mortal in the end.

Little about this is original enough to the zombie genre to note — zombies “evolving” into different strata of threat (Dwayne Johnson/Jason Mamoa-sized “Alphas” being the worst), odd flashes of humanity (childbirth) in them.

And Garland and Boyle, for all their allegories about the dehumanizing nature of conflict — the ingenius use of a 1915 recording of Rudyard Kipling’s poem “Boots” as a soundtrack cue — stumble to keep track of “rules” for their zombielandand, throwing logic to the wind as often as not. They deliver an ending that’s the equivalent of both of them throwing their hands up.

So “28 Years” isn’t as good as “28 Days” or even “28 Weeks” or “Train to Busan.”

But they Boyle and Garland have made a go at making a zombie movie for the moment, a post-Brexit, Israeli genocide, Middle East war, insensate MAGA ICE-goons thriller that makes you think even if all the technique, editing and new levels of violence can’t hide the fact that the filmmakers haven’t quite made up their minds about what they’re trying to say.

Rating: R graphic, gruesome and bloody violence, nudity, profanity, an explicit scene of childbirth

Cast: Jodie Comer, Aaron Taylor-Johnson, Alfie Williams, Edvin Ryding and Ralph Fiennes

Credits: Directed by Danny Boyle, scripted by Alex Garland. A Sony/Columbia release.

Running time: 1:55

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Movie Review: All that stands Between a Black family and Starvation (and being Eaten)? “40 Acres”

Our apocalyptic times are summoning cinema that reflects a survivalist bent, be it faith-based preppers ready for societal collapse (“Homestead”), America’s open political wounds resulting in “Civil War” or the umpteenth iteration of End Times brought on by zombies (“28 Years Later”).

“40 Acres” is a tense, violent and generally satisfying survivalist thriller that ties into history, historical “erasure” and a plausible “how it all breaks down” cause — a fungal plague that triggered wars and the ugly Darwinism thfor the humans who lived through it.

With arable land scarce, livestock wiped out and the supply chain and food chain and social order all but wiped out, Black descendents of slaves who escaped to Canada find themselves battling to protect their farm and prevent the ultimate “erasure.” Because the roaming gangs of white thugs who attack their “perimeter” are meat eaters.

Danielle Deadwyer of “Till” and “The Harder They Fall” is the matriarch of the Freemans, a woman who mustered out of the military and raised her blended family under no-nonsense military order.

She’s taught them to farm with a tractor and hand-planting seeds, drilled them in martial arts and firearms and home-schooled 20ish Manny (Kataem O’Connor), her teen Danis (Jaeda LeBlanc), her stepdaughter teen Raine (Leenah Robinson) and her youngest Cookie (Haile Amare) with an emphasis on practicalities, and a working knowledge of “The Proletarian’s Pocketbook” when they’re old enough.

Her First Nations husband (Michael Greyeyes) still goes by “Sarge,” so he’s a former comrade in arms and is totally down with the military discipline thing.

Their 40 acres is fenced in with CCTV and other security measures (that took some doing), powered by solar panels and dedicated to growing vegetables and grains, maybe a little weed to swap for a neighbor’s moonshine. Their farm house isn’t in great repair, as it’s been 30 years since society started its steep downturn. But they’ve got a bunker and an arsenal in the basement. They’re going to need both.

Because just as “flesh eaters” move into the area and farms start “going dark” on the shortwave radio, Manny spies a lovely woman (Milcania Diaz-Rojas) taking a dip in his favorite river. Mom’s whole “We don’t need nothing or nobody” ethos, and the “don’t trust ANYONE” edict for these dangerous times are both about to go out the window.

Director and co-writer R.T. Thorne might make the “land is the most valuable commodity” pitch in an opening title telling us of the woes of the world. But he figured out early on that nothing raises the stakes in a post-apocalyptic like roaming armed gangs of cannibals. They don’t want “land.” They have no interest in tilling it. They want the folks doing the farming as a main course.

The picture spares few details in the grisly business of shooting, slicing and butchering people, and treats us to some M*A*S*H unit-styled field surgery/first aid as well. It’s pretty bloody. Not “28 Years Later” bloody, but bloody close.

Deadwyler makes a fine, wry and tough-talking Mama Bear in this narrative, credible as an action heroine, but also diminutive enough for us to figure “Somebody or somebodies twice her size are going to get the best of her” at some point.

The unnamed head villain (Patrick Garrow) is made up to be a Brad Dourif look-alike and otherwise woefully underdeveloped. And the picture is predictable to a fault, but with good performances and furious firefights in between a lot of sneaking around in the dark (doing it with flashlights and carlights on that any enemy could track) and third act dash of sentiment amidst the gore, it comes off.

And unlike Danny Boyle’s “28 Years” conclusion to his undead trilogy, it never pretends to be more than a genre picture and thus never goes quite off the rails the way the zombies-in-Scotland finale does.

Rating: R, graphic, gruesome violence, pot use, profanity

Cast: Danielle Deadwyer, Kataem O’Connor, Michael Greyeyes, Milcania Diaz-Rojas, Haile Amare, Jaeda LeBlanc, Patrick Garrow and Leenah Robinson

Credits: Directed by R.T. Thorne, scripted by Glenn Taylor and R.T. Thorne. A Magnolia release.

Running time: 1:53

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Movie Preview: “Sorry, Baby”

I’m having a hard time tracking down YouTube versions of newer “Splitsville” and “Predator Badlands” trailers in theaters this weekend.

But this earlier one was among the Neon and A24 and Searchlight fare promoted before a showing of “The Life of Chuck.”

This Eva Victor (writer, director and star) Sundance darling looks sweet and smart and sad.

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Thursdays are for Cine-bingeing

It’s a long day at the movies which I hope to squeeze in zombies, Rebel and brides and Tom Hiddleston.

A couple of movies, maybe as many as four. A popcorn addiction nourished, kids films avoided. Hard to avoid zombies, however.

Death and dying and Danny Boyle. Oy. It’s not like the apocalypse isn’t upon us OUTside the cinema, is it.?

I don’t necessarily recommend watching “The Life of Chuck,” “28 Hours Later” and “40 Acres” back to back to back. End Times, kids, End Times.

It’s not like the news, the courts and the fact that I saw mice in my neighborhood AMC was grim enough.

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Movie Preview: Jeremy Allen White is “Springsteen: Deliver Me from Nowhere”

The Golden Globe (LOL) winning star of “The Bear” plays The Boss at a pivotal moment in his hyped rise from star to “artist” to “legend.”

It’s about writing and performing the confessional “Nebraska” LP, and getting “suits” to believe in it and release it.

Stephen Graham plays his father in flashbacks, Gaby Hoffman plays his mother. Marc Maron, Paul Walter Hauser, David Krumholtz and Jeremy Strong play other figures in the life and career of Bruce Springsteen.

Scott Cooper of the Oscar-winning “Crazy Heart” writes and directs this one, which opens wide Oct. 24.

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