Loosely based on real-life table tennis champ Marty “The Needle” Reisman, Marty Supreme (2025) gives frantic hustle the floor byway of fictionalized character Marty Mauser (played by the always game Timothée Chalamet) as he ping-pongs through the early 1950s with selfish act after selfish act in the hopes of world-conquering the up and coming sport. Chalamet aces it, good for him. Sincerely, I’m a fan. However one’s tolerance for complete and utter dicks will be tested over the course of the story, and I would argue that it pushes one right off the edge, being that his self-sabotaging, narcissistic behaviour puts Marty in the column of who could ever care whether he succeeds or not. The constant chaos makes for a film that is never boring, but Marty is such an avoidant, wrecking ball of a person to all he comes in contact with, that his charisma and reason for following is utterly lost along the way. It’s not just that it was impossible to root for him by the end, I loathed him. To put it bluntly, I am somewhat ashamed to admit that I was more sympathetic to the billionaire bad guy character played by Kevin O’Leary, who essentially plays himself as wealthy pen guy Milton Rockwell. It goes to show how good casting can make just about anyone an actor. He’s good. Gwyneth Paltrow plays the thankless role of washed up Hollywood actress trying to make a comeback, and she too brings a subtle, albeit misplaced empathy to a pathetic spoiled has-been. Everyone in this film is top rate. So great job, I hated you.

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