
Marty Supreme
Josh Safdie’s solo outing tracks Marty Mauser, an obsessive 1950s table-tennis hustler whose pathological ambition borders on self-immolation. Anchored by a twitchy, relentless turn from Timothée Chalamet, the film plunges straight into the smoke-choked basements, backroom bookies, and high-stakes exhibition halls of mid-century athletics. Safdie unleashes his signature sensory assault here: hyperactive handheld lensing, abrasive overlapping audio, and an antihero perpetually one mistake away from ruin. It shares the exact nervous system as Uncut Gems, translating compulsive athletic obsession into a breathless, sweaty panic attack that refuses to give the audience an exit ramp.









