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Nothing in “Marty Supreme” truly matters outside of Timothée Chalamet.
Directed by Josh Safdie from a screenplay he co-wrote with Ronald Bronstein, the film hinges almost entirely on its title character – an unflappable, relentless force in constant motion, driven by a belief in his own destiny and willing to achieve greatness at any cost.
Though there may be twists and turns along the way, “Marty Supreme” feels, from its opening moments through its two-and-a-half-hour runtime, like a roller coaster in perpetual descent – a constant free fall that never really levels out.
The film finds Marty, a 23-year-old perpetually unsatisfied and always in need of something more, attempting to make himself the face of competitive table tennis in the postwar era, a setting that clashes sharply with his singular, outsized machismo.
That imbalance is precisely what Chalamet leans into, playing Marty as a figure who refuses to change even as the world around him quietly resists him.
The transactional way Marty views the people around him – as means to an end rather than relationships to be respected or cultivated – extends directly into the performance work in “Marty Supreme.” Chalamet consistently overwhelms scenes with a machismo that far exceeds his physical frame, asserting control not just over the narrative but over the emotional temperature of each interaction.
Any chemistry he develops with the supporting cast mostly exists in service of Marty alone, with other characters feeling less like equals than instruments used to sharpen, validate, or absorb the force of his momentum.
Chalamet so fully embodies Marty’s self-assuredness and sense of inevitability that the performance begins to bleed into something almost meta. The cocky swagger Marty Mauser projects onscreen mirrors the persona Chalamet has leaned into throughout the film’s press tour, where the Oscar nominee has spoken openly about his desire to become one of the all-time greats in his profession.
Safdie does a terrific job assembling his supporting cast to fill out the world of “Marty Supreme,” balancing a mix of veterans and first-time actors who bring authentic vibrancy while still remaining clearly subservient to the singularity of Chalamet’s performance.
Gwyneth Paltrow is just radiant enough as a movie starlet nearing the twilight of her career, visibly bored by her husband and the life she has left behind, while there’s just enough smarm behind Kevin O’Leary’s first acting role as a tycoon to make him feel plausible – if instantly irritating – as a foil to Chalamet.
Smaller turns from Abel Ferrara’s mobster character to Tyler, the Creator’s work as a ping-pong hustler help color Marty’s orbit, but it’s Luke Manley as Dion, Marty’s closest friend, who most effectively grounds the film’s emotional texture.
Still, it’s Odessa A’zion as Rachel who finds a true kindred spirit to Chalamet’s performance, hinting at a more complex and emotionally rich relationship that another, equally strong film might have been more willing to explore.
The brilliance of Safdie’s work as both writer and director comes into clearer focus on a second viewing of “Marty Supreme,” once the film’s frenetic energy has a chance to settle. On a first pass, the pace can feel overwhelming, almost by design. What sits just beneath that surface are more nuanced bits of dialogue that begin to register on repeat, quietly reflecting Marty’s postwar idealization of the American dream and the provocative way he sees the world – ideas that tend to hide in plain sight beneath the noise.
There’s also a raw, unbridled kinetic energy to the filmmaking that mirrors Marty’s swagger and constant forward motion. Safdie is clearly drawing from the strain of films that explore male bravado and obsession, particularly the way ambition is framed as intoxicating and self-destructive.
But where those stories eventually force their protagonists to confront the damage they leave behind, “Marty Supreme” rarely pauses to take stock, choosing instead to stay locked in propulsion, driven by performance and attitude rather than reflection or consequence.
Amidst the chaos, “Marty Supreme” locks itself into its era with the help of cinematographer Darius Khondji, whose textured, film-based images make the 1950s feel lived-in and physical, giving the world more weight even while Marty careens through it.
What remains less clear is whether “Marty Supreme” ever truly wants to reckon with the consequences of Marty’s behavior, or if it’s content to race alongside him. Characters are bruised, displaced, or tossed aside along the way, yet Safdie rarely slows down long enough to sit with what that damage means. Marty keeps moving, and the movie largely moves with him, allowing that tension to linger rather than resolve.
Although it may not emerge as a clear front-runner in any single category, “Marty Supreme” still feels positioned to be a meaningful presence come Oscar season. The film plays as a Best Picture contender, with strength in Original Screenplay and, especially, the acting categories, where Chalamet’s performance could plausibly put him in line for his first Academy Award. Still, in a crowded year, it’s just as easy to imagine momentum consolidating elsewhere, leaving “Marty Supreme” as a formidable, if competitive, awards-season player.
While the brash bravado and confrontational tone of “Marty Supreme” may not immediately endear it to the widest possible audience, the film’s magnetic centerpiece more than compensates. Anchored by a commanding lead performance from Timothée Chalamet and an auteur operating firmly within his wheelhouse, “Marty Supreme” becomes the kind of challenging, performance-driven work that cinephiles should make an effort to see in theaters, ideally ahead of the noise of awards season.
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