Badlands and bad seeds
In a previous post on Bruce Springsteen’s “Nebraska” (the song, not the album), we saw how The Boss ripped the song from the headlines, chronicling the murder spree, conviction, and pending execution of the killer Charlie Starkweather and his girlfriend, Caril Ann Fugate.
But, actually, that’s not quite so. Some of the more memorable details scattered throughout the song – the opening image of Starkweather’s girlfriend standing on the front lawn, twirling a baton; his cold reference to the murder spree as “ha[ving] us some fun” – were actually taken from a film:
The trailer for Terrence Malick’s Badlands (1972), starring Martin Sheen and Sissy Spacek
“Society is, if anything, benign. This is the haunting truth of Badlands, something that places it very much in the seventies in spite of its carefully re-created period detail. Kit and Holly are directionless creatures, technically literate but uneducated in any real sense, so desensitized that Kit (in Malick’s words at a news conference) can regard the gun with which he shoots people as a kind of magic wand that eliminates small nuisances. Kit and Holly are members of the television generation run amok.”
It’s fun to watch each generation talking ‘bout its own generation, isn’t it? And finding there something dark and disturbing? Although this film reviewer sees in Badlands nothing except the vacant and violent stare of the young Boomers (the “television generation”), Malick’s film was actually part of a conversation that began in the 1950s about another generation run meaninglessly amok. This generation was comprised of the Boomers’ older cousins, the teenagers born in the late 1930s and early 1940s, stuck between the new post WWII families and their boom of babies born from the mid 1940s through the mid 1960s.
U.S. birth rates, twentieth century
A questionable comic book full of murder and other very bad things
Elvis Presley being bad in “Jailhouse Rock,” 1957
Cover of the first edition of Bad Seed, a postcard magazine published in 1983-84 by rocker Miriam Linna which celebrated the delinquency scare of the 1950s.
The threat was serious. One minute comic books, hot rods, Elvis Presley and Jerry Lee Lewis, and the next minute – well, just watch for yourself:
1950s Juvenile Delinquent Movie Trailers (#3)
I Was a Teenage Werewolf (1957); Lost, Lonely, and Vicious (1958); and Young, Willling, and Eager (1958) are just a few examples of literally dozens and dozens of exploitation films that, throughout the 1950s, capitalized on this fear of the juvenile delinquent.
Other little representative gems that I particularly enjoy include Joy Ride (1958) and Girls on the Loose (1958).
These graphic exploitation films followed on the heels of earlier, tamer icons – including, of course, those starring Marlon Brando and James Dean:
When, then, the photographs of Charles Starkweather and Caril Ann Fugate – him sporting his James Dean hairstyle and cigarette and her with her kerchief and bottle of soda – were splashed across newspapers nationwide in 1958, their shocking story was actually not so shocking at all. Instead, they and their story fit into an already understood and popularly dramatized narrative. The apparent meaningless of their violence was actually full of meaning, brimming over with it, in fact – theirs was already a widely told public story about something that was going terribly, terribly wrong in young, postwar America.
Or because of organized crime:
Or because of lay-offs at the plant:
But, as we’ve seen, “Nebraska” the song does not stand alone. It’s part of a larger set of popular narratives about what happened to America’s young men in the last half of the 20th century. And thus a proper fit within Springsteen’s larger, more familiar body of work and its explorations of what it means to be born (and to live, love and die) in the U.S.A.
In the next and last post, we’ll take a short look at how – in order to fully capture that narrative in the murder ballad “Nebraska,” – Springsteen also turned to literature. Specifically, how he turned to a nasty, classic little story about yet another bad man (and a not so good woman).