Marty Supreme is the sports biopic that Martin Scorsese didn’t make. Josh Safdie’s Oscar-nominated film pays heavy tribute to Scorsese’s love for lengthy takes with fluid camera movements, rat-a-tat dialogue and improvised performances in which the line between being and acting is blurred. “Marty” is also the nickname of the legendary American director.
The anarchic comedy, led by a terrific Timothee Chalamet, kicks off in Scorsese’s favourite hunting ground, New York City. Chalamet is Marty Mauser, inspired by American table tennis player Marty Reisman.
Marty Supreme is set in 1952. Memories of World War II – the Holocaust, Japan’s defeat, America assuming its position as the so-called Leader of the Free World – linger in the background and then barge to the front. The professional table tennis scene is rough enough to allow for moments of unchoreographed fun and performative displays.
This set-up is both apt and suited for the shambolic Marty. Desperate for cash and validation, Marty leaps from one hustle to the next with the same speed with which he lobs ping-pong balls.
Co-written by Safdie and Ronald Bronstein, the film sees Marty streak like a blur across the screen, barely pausing to regard the wreckage he leaves behind. Among the people whom he scars are his married...
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