Review: Marty Supreme is a 150-Minute Panic Attack (And We Love It)

​If you skipped the theater because the words “ping-pong biopic” sounded like a nap, you messed up. But don’t worry—Josh Safdie’s Marty Supreme just hit Amazon Prime, and it’s officially time to see why Timothée Chalamet is currently the frontrunner for Best Actor.

​Forget the polite sports dramas of the past. This isn’t Rocky; it’s Uncut Gems with a paddle.

​The Hustle is Real

​Chalamet plays Marty Mauser, a table tennis prodigy in 1950s New York who is as talented as he is insufferable. He’s obsessed, he’s neurotic, and he treats the game like a blood sport. Chalamet completely sheds his “heartthrob” skin here—he’s twitchy, arrogant, and genuinely hard to like, which makes the performance his best to date.

Why It Hits Different

​ The Safdie Energy: Even without his brother Benny, Josh Safdie keeps the tension at a 10. The camera is always too close, the score is always a little too loud, and the pacing never lets you breathe.

​ The Paltrow Factor: Gwyneth Paltrow’s return to acting is the secret weapon. She plays a high-society enabler who matches Marty’s chaos beat for beat. It’s the weirdest, coolest pairing of the year.

​ The Visuals: Cinematographer Darius Khondji makes 1950s Manhattan look like a fever dream. It’s grainy, stylish, and expensive-looking all at once.

​ The Sharp Take

​At 150 minutes, the movie is a marathon. It’s loud, abrasive, and will probably make your heart rate spike. If you’re looking for a cozy movie night, keep scrolling. But if you want to see a masterclass in ego and obsession—and a cameo by Shark Tank’s Kevin O’Leary that you have to see to believe—this is mandatory viewing.

​Safdie and Chalamet have turned a niche sport into a high-stakes epic. It’s the most exhausting fun you’ll have on your couch this week.

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