Rating: R | Runtime: 150 minutes
Release Date: December 25th, 2025 (USA)
Studio: A24
Director(s): Josh Safdie
Writer(s): Josh Safdie & Ronald Bronstein

Everything in my life is falling apart, but I’m going to figure it out.

Marty Supreme firmly cements the recent cinematic formula serving as Josh Safdie’s oeuvre with or without brother Benny. I thought Uncut Gems was a more polished, cohesive evolution on Good Time and my initial reaction of Marty Supreme is that it’s a remixed Uncut Gems with a purely unlikeable character to concoct a fate worse than death. It’s enough to ensure its unquestioned success, but perhaps not enough to avoid the “familiar” label.

I love the idea of Safdie using a Marty Reisman book and his uncle’s 1950s NYC table tennis scene tales to plant the seed of chaos that birthed this high-octane love letter to the moment, but there’s too much happening. Yes, it conveniently meshes to give each insane cameo purpose (Tyler the Creator, Fran Drescher, Abel Ferrara, Fred Hechinger, David Mamet, Penn Jillette, Isaac Mizrahi, etc.), but more as an exhilarating stunt than anything else.

That’s great for a technical showcase (the ping pong is truly compelling), but I could only invest in Odessa A’zion’s Rachel. Intentionally so. My genuine desire for Timothée Chalamet’s Marty to fail is the point. This charismatic conman could truly sell a pair of shoes to an amputee while failing upwards on the backs of those willing to believe in him. But his power is fleeting. While he aspires to be Milton (Kevin O’Leary was a nice surprise), he’s really another Kay.

It’s captivating to watch a guy hustle his way towards a dream he’s destined to sabotage, though. I don’t think Chalamet is that guy for real, but I often thought about his SAG Awards speech while listening to Marty’s ego talk. He channeled that confidence, dialed it to eleven, and might just earn an Oscar for the trouble.

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Timothée Chalamet in MARTY SUPREME; courtesy of A24.