
- Starring
- Timothée Chalamet, Gwyneth Paltrow, Odessa A'zion
- Director
- Josh Safdie
- Rating
- R
- Genre
- Drama, Sport
- Release date
- Dec 25, 2025
Overall Score
Rating Overview
Rating Summary
Marty Supreme follows a charismatic yet ruthless young hustler in 1950s New York as he chases improbable glory in the overlooked world of competitive table tennis, navigating schemes, rivalries, and personal chaos in his relentless drive toward greatness.
Marty Supreme Review
In their pursuit of billion-dollar franchises, movie studios have essentially abandoned the mid-budget film. And it’s not just because they’re chasing those ten-digit payouts to the exclusion of everything else. Filmmakers have burned credibility with studios in the same way they’ve burned trust with audiences. So from a studio’s perspective, why risk $50 million on a modest drama with a limited audience that is now likely to fail when you could put the same energy into a blockbuster that—at least in theory—might return ten times that?
However, there might be some hope on the horizon. This year brought us mid-budget films like Sinners and Weapons, and while not everyone was in love with them, there’s no denying their box-office success. Furthermore, with the giants largely ignoring this market, boutique studios like A24 have been working hard to own the space. For some, this particular studio has struggled to reconcile its avant-garde tendencies with a more mainstream-audience-friendly approach. While Marty Supreme still leans heavily toward the former, A24 has clearly taken lessons from its recent success with Modern Warfare, moving closer to an equilibrium between style and storytelling.
Helping them immeasurably, Timothée Chalamet brilliantly brings to life his pathologically self-absorbed, narcissistic table-tennis player with utter sincerity and total commitment. Between Marty Supreme and his turn as the equally self-possessed and insufferable Bob Dylan in A Complete Unknown, it’s possible that the diminutive 30-year-old has a type. Unarguably, he has talent and ambition. Whether we still live in a world where those are enough to save cinema from itself is doubtful.
Chalamet isn’t alone. In a film with what on paper is a laughably ridiculous-sounding premise and a plot best described as a humorless farce, writer/director Josh Safdie (Uncut Gems) manages to get the very best from a cast that includes everyone from Academy Award winners to seven-foot-tall stage magicians, and even a Shark Tank Shark.
These performances, as well as Shafdie’s masterful sense of timing and a deceptively osmotic script that requires an attentive audience to actually pay attention to the details rather than merely absorb explosions and one-liners, work magic on a film that otherwise shouldn’t work.
At two and a half hours, Marty Supreme is a never-ending torrent of horrible, broken, and unlikable people, caustically battering one another like big-horn sheep battling for dominance. Yet, somehow, Chalamet’s bony shoulders carry viewers through the stressful cacophony on nothing but feverish energy and their own sadistic voyeurism as his cyclonic character buries himself beneath the bodies of those he’s wronged.
Were it not for a singular, strategically placed moment of vulnerability and catharsis, Marty Supreme would have been little more than a showcase for aspiring actors. That surprisingly poignant beat, however, lifts the film, crystallizing its reflection on the dangers of mistaking applause for meaning. The movie doesn’t entirely reach the emotional heights it seems to be aiming for, but it transforms it into something memorable—which is more than can be said for most films today.
Marty Supreme isn’t a film for everyone. It’s demanding, sometimes exhausting, and populated by characters you’re unlikely to root for—or even particularly like. It requires patience, attention, and a tolerance for discomfort, but for those willing to engage, it offers rewards that linger long after the credits roll. It’s messy, ambitious, occasionally frustrating, and utterly alive—a reminder that cinema can still surprise, challenge, and provoke, even in a world dominated by safe, formulaic blockbusters.
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James Carrick
James Carrick is a passionate film enthusiast with a degree in theater and philosophy. James approaches dramatic criticism from a philosophic foundation grounded in aesthetics and ethics, offering insight and analysis that reveals layers of cinematic narrative with a touch of irreverence and a dash of snark.



This movie is based for sure.
If you like fast paced chaos and the feel of 1950s New York and table tennis and 80s synth music then you’ll love it.
It’s far from woke but a little too full for my liking.
But full on is what I guess they were going for.
It is interesting how the sports or game trope in a movie gets you to care for the players, the irony being how in all other aspects this guy is not only a mess but a black hole of selfishness; ordinarily we would take schadenfreude at them losing a tournament and getting their humiliation. But sit back and watch a film and we want them to win this one game at least. We also hope they will change and become a better person, which, by the last moments, there may be a glimmer of.
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