MARTY SUPREME
2025 | Dir. Josh Safdie | 150 Minutes
"I have a purpose. You don't. And if you think that's some kind of blessing, it's not. It puts me at a huge life disadvantage. It means I have an obligation to see a very specific thing through, and with that obligation comes sacrifice. Okay?"
2025 | Dir. Josh Safdie | 150 Minutes
"I have a purpose. You don't. And if you think that's some kind of blessing, it's not. It puts me at a huge life disadvantage. It means I have an obligation to see a very specific thing through, and with that obligation comes sacrifice. Okay?"
Marty Mauser dreams of winning the world table tennis championship, and he will allow nothing to get in the way of his dream.
While the basic premise of Marty Supreme fits into the mold of a standard inspirational sports drama, Josh Safdie instead delivers a wild and kinetic character study on an unrelenting narcissist. The film opens by introducing Marty Mouser as a convincingly charming and determined ping-pong savant with a penchant for bending the truth, but the second act of the film is the actual frantic heart of the picture. In a desperate attempt to raise funds for another shot at glory, Marty astoundingly compounds bad decision upon bad decision and brings about a rather shocking amount of indiscriminate mayhem, death, and destruction to everyone in his sphere of influence. That Marty in actuality already ruined his chances of competing again in an official capacity should come as no surprise as it is inevitably revealed in the final third of the picture, his extreme refusal to compromise loops back around as self-sabotage. The narrative reiterates over and over that its protagonist will stop at nothing to pursue his dreams, and ruining the lives of virtually everyone who crosses paths his path is acceptable collateral damage as far as he's concerned, from dangerous criminals to the people who love and support him. Marty Supreme would be a real slog to sit through if its star and the escalation of pure chaos weren't so mesmerizing.
For all of its comical bedlam, Marty Supreme does offer some entertaining table tennis action, particularly in its opening and closing acts. Cinematographer Darius Khondji shoots these sequences with as much dynamic energy as the intense bursts of violence throughout the middle section of the picture. Visually, the entire film looks authentic to its 1950s setting courtesy of excellent work from production designer Jack Fisk, though numerous 1980s pop hit needle-drops gives the general vibe of the feature a fascinating discordant quality, perhaps suggesting Marty's misguided ambition is decades ahead of his time.
As the insanely driven table tennis whiz kid and pathological liar, Timothée Chalamet would be totally insufferable if he weren't so captivatingly committed to the part. Chalamet's charisma is undeniable and he plays the role of Marty to perfection that the viewer may alternately vicariously enjoy his fleeting success or revel in his comeuppance. Playing Marty's hopelessly devoted paramour Rachel, Odessa A'zion is as heartbreaking as she is, perhaps appropriately, aggravating. Tyler Okonma delivers a naturally affable performance as Marty's best friend and fellow table tennis hustler Wally, sharing excellent on-screen chemistry with Chamalet. In the role of washed-up movie star Kay Stone, Gwyneth Paltrow plays a specific aura of graceful jadedness incredibly well. Real-life brash millionaire Kevin O'Leary is perfectly cast as Kay's wealthy husband, fitting as Marty's would-be benefactor who doesn't hold back from laying the boy low when presented with the opportunity. The supporting cast also features stand-out work from Luke Manley as Marty's enthusiastic impressionable supporter Dion, Emory Cohen as Rachel's short-tempered husband, Géza Röhrig as Marty's Hungarian table tennis champion colleague Bela, Koto Kawaguchi as deaf Japanese rival Endo, and Abel Ferrara as a lowkey terrifying criminal.
Chaotic, nerve-wracking, and thoroughly engaging, it's an entertaining illustration of the high cost of pursuing dreams for those who refuse to compromise to the ruin of all. The manner in which bad situations exponentially escalate in this narrative is, in a word, bonkers. What represents Marty best is not the gimmicky custom orange ping-pong ball that he so wishes to be his trademark but a relentless destructive wrecking ball. The devastation it leaves behind demands attention.
FRAGMENTS
- Josh Safdie's brother and frequent collaborator Benny Safdie directed The Smashing Machine in 2025, another unconventional sports drama centered on a promising athlete's fall to obscurity, though Marty Supreme is objectively a much, much better picture
- That poor, poor dog
- I honestly did not recognize Penn Jillette as the antisemitic gun-totaling farmer
MCU CONNECTIONS
- Gwyneth Paltrow (Pepper Potts in Iron Man, Iron Man 2, The Avengers, Iron Man 3, Spider-Man: Homecoming, Avengers: Infinity War, and Avengers: Endgame)
While the basic premise of Marty Supreme fits into the mold of a standard inspirational sports drama, Josh Safdie instead delivers a wild and kinetic character study on an unrelenting narcissist. The film opens by introducing Marty Mouser as a convincingly charming and determined ping-pong savant with a penchant for bending the truth, but the second act of the film is the actual frantic heart of the picture. In a desperate attempt to raise funds for another shot at glory, Marty astoundingly compounds bad decision upon bad decision and brings about a rather shocking amount of indiscriminate mayhem, death, and destruction to everyone in his sphere of influence. That Marty in actuality already ruined his chances of competing again in an official capacity should come as no surprise as it is inevitably revealed in the final third of the picture, his extreme refusal to compromise loops back around as self-sabotage. The narrative reiterates over and over that its protagonist will stop at nothing to pursue his dreams, and ruining the lives of virtually everyone who crosses paths his path is acceptable collateral damage as far as he's concerned, from dangerous criminals to the people who love and support him. Marty Supreme would be a real slog to sit through if its star and the escalation of pure chaos weren't so mesmerizing.
For all of its comical bedlam, Marty Supreme does offer some entertaining table tennis action, particularly in its opening and closing acts. Cinematographer Darius Khondji shoots these sequences with as much dynamic energy as the intense bursts of violence throughout the middle section of the picture. Visually, the entire film looks authentic to its 1950s setting courtesy of excellent work from production designer Jack Fisk, though numerous 1980s pop hit needle-drops gives the general vibe of the feature a fascinating discordant quality, perhaps suggesting Marty's misguided ambition is decades ahead of his time.
As the insanely driven table tennis whiz kid and pathological liar, Timothée Chalamet would be totally insufferable if he weren't so captivatingly committed to the part. Chalamet's charisma is undeniable and he plays the role of Marty to perfection that the viewer may alternately vicariously enjoy his fleeting success or revel in his comeuppance. Playing Marty's hopelessly devoted paramour Rachel, Odessa A'zion is as heartbreaking as she is, perhaps appropriately, aggravating. Tyler Okonma delivers a naturally affable performance as Marty's best friend and fellow table tennis hustler Wally, sharing excellent on-screen chemistry with Chamalet. In the role of washed-up movie star Kay Stone, Gwyneth Paltrow plays a specific aura of graceful jadedness incredibly well. Real-life brash millionaire Kevin O'Leary is perfectly cast as Kay's wealthy husband, fitting as Marty's would-be benefactor who doesn't hold back from laying the boy low when presented with the opportunity. The supporting cast also features stand-out work from Luke Manley as Marty's enthusiastic impressionable supporter Dion, Emory Cohen as Rachel's short-tempered husband, Géza Röhrig as Marty's Hungarian table tennis champion colleague Bela, Koto Kawaguchi as deaf Japanese rival Endo, and Abel Ferrara as a lowkey terrifying criminal.
Chaotic, nerve-wracking, and thoroughly engaging, it's an entertaining illustration of the high cost of pursuing dreams for those who refuse to compromise to the ruin of all. The manner in which bad situations exponentially escalate in this narrative is, in a word, bonkers. What represents Marty best is not the gimmicky custom orange ping-pong ball that he so wishes to be his trademark but a relentless destructive wrecking ball. The devastation it leaves behind demands attention.
FRAGMENTS
- Josh Safdie's brother and frequent collaborator Benny Safdie directed The Smashing Machine in 2025, another unconventional sports drama centered on a promising athlete's fall to obscurity, though Marty Supreme is objectively a much, much better picture
- That poor, poor dog
- I honestly did not recognize Penn Jillette as the antisemitic gun-totaling farmer
MCU CONNECTIONS
- Gwyneth Paltrow (Pepper Potts in Iron Man, Iron Man 2, The Avengers, Iron Man 3, Spider-Man: Homecoming, Avengers: Infinity War, and Avengers: Endgame)
