
Timothée Chalamet
Marty Mauser

“Dream big.”
Marty Mauser, a young man with a dream no one respects, goes to hell and back in pursuit of greatness.
Roughly twenty minutes into a Josh Safdie movie, a particular kind of tension starts living in my body. It isn’t boredom. It’s the strain of watching somebody charge headlong at catastrophe while remaining absolutely certain the laws of consequence won’t apply to them.
latestnetflix.com's view is that Marty Supreme runs on that feeling from start to finish.
Safdie takes the raw, nerve-shredding energy of Uncut Gems and relocates it to the 1950s New York table tennis scene, a niche little world he films as if the fate of the republic depends on every serve.
This is his first solo feature since he and Benny split off into separate projects—Benny heading toward the wrestling drama The Smashing Machine, Josh staying exactly where you’d expect him, in the company of desperate men and terrible ideas. If anything, working alone seems to have concentrated his instincts. The movie is shot with a suffocating intimacy by Darius Khondji, who keeps shoving the anamorphic frame so close to faces and fabrics that you can almost smell sweat, dust, and stale tobacco.
For a period piece, it has zero nostalgia in its bones.

Timothée Chalamet plays Marty Mauser, a pencil-thin, pencil-mustached hustler loosely modeled on real table tennis shark Marty Reisman. Chalamet’s recent screen persona has gotten so polished, so remotely princely, that seeing him here feels mildly startling. He’s wiry, twitchy, irritated, all exposed nerve endings and grievance.
Marty lies as naturally as he breathes, steals when it suits him, and treats the women around him—including Odessa A'zion’s Rachel, a married friend from childhood—as temporary rest stops on the road to his own legend. He wants one thing with total, embarrassing sincerity: to be World No. 1 in ping-pong.
"A chaotic, high-intensity character study elevated by a ferocious Timothée Chalamet performance but weighed down by an overlong, messy narrative and a grating lead."
Chalamet's Marty Mauser is widely called electric, some say his best work, with several jaw-dropping moments backed by a tense soundtrack and striking set pieces like the opening credits and the honey scene. The breakneck rhythm, table-tennis sequences, and wild tonal swings make it compulsive for many, but the exhausting runtime, repetitive beats, scattered subplots, and an ending that turns into a conventional sports climax leave others cold. The abrasive, narcissistic protagonist and thin supporting roles split opinion sharply: some love the ride, others see chaos mistaken for depth.
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The ping-pong balls weren’t the only things flying on Marty Supreme. From a background extra threatening Timothée Chalamet, to a real family furious over how their patriarch was portrayed, to secret vampire endings and Kardashian-boosted premieres, latestnetflix.com maintains, this movie’s off-screen story is as unhinged as anything on film.
From family fury to Oscar-season exposés, from Kardashians in coordinated orange to secret Pattinson voice work, Marty Supreme might be a sports dramedy on-screen, but off-screen it’s a full-blown Hollywood saga — and the ball is still very much in play.
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