In most biopics, when a rock star drops cold cash on a hot car, things tend to be looking up. Not for Bruce Springsteen. In “Springsteen: Deliver Me From Nowhere” — about the making of his fraught 1982 album, “Nebraska” — our hero splurges on a Camaro with an ink-black paint job as dark as his headspace. He’s fresh off a boffo tour, struggling to settle into the autumnal quiet of New Jersey, and when the button-down car salesman tells Springsteen that he knows who he is, the Boss responds with a folksy grunt: “Well, that makes one of us.” On the drive home, he flicks the radio on, hears the DJ introducing one of his songs, then abruptly shuts it off.
