Marty Supreme (2025)

Marty Mauser lies, borrows, steals and sweet-talks his way through 149 minutes, and the movie mostly refuses to make him nicer. Josh Safdie piles on so many detours, a lost dog, a hustle at a bowling alley, a bathtub that crashes through a hotel floor, that the final stretch starts to feel random, and the heart of it stays chilly on purpose. Timothée Chalamet makes it work anyway. His Marty is a 1950s shoe salesman sure he’s the best table tennis player alive, and Chalamet plays him like a wind-up toy that never runs down. The matches are fast and tense. Odessa A’zion is a live wire as Rachel, and Kevin O’Leary is deliciously smug as a pen tycoon with money to burn. Orange novelty balls branded Marty Supreme are the funniest prop of the year. It made $192.4 million worldwide on a reported $60 to $70 million. An 8.4 because Chalamet is electric and the chaos rarely lets up. $7,427 says you find a ping-pong table this month and lose the first game while talking like a world champion.

What works: Timothée Chalamet gives a ferocious, funny performance, and Josh Safdie keeps the whole thing moving like a runaway taxi through 1950s New York.

What doesn’t: The detours pile up so fast that the last act feels random, and Marty is so selfish for so long that the movie can feel cold.

Who it’s for: Anyone who has ever been sure they were the best at something nobody else cared about.