With Ronald Bronstein.
Marty Supreme may be about an egocentric, egomaniacal table tennis player, but it moves with such momentum - over two and a half hours - that you don't mind. Frankly I find the way he manages to get his win and be there for the birth of his baby to be not at all redemptive for his behaviour and end up not caring about him one way or the other. It's a good performance though from Timothée Chalamet, who was also a producer.
It's the journey that's the pull, the way he brazenly takes the Ritz suite, romances film star Gwyneth Paltrow (for no particular reason), gets involved with her millionaire husband, hides in rubbish, takes a bath which falls through the floor, inherits a dog and loses it, wins a hustle con then loses, gets to Japan.
Evocatively photographed by Darius Khondji. Didn't understand why a fifties movie used eighties pop music, nor why the sound mixing was in favour of music over dialogue. Safdie edited it with co-writer Bronstein.
Featuring an extremely eclectic cast. Odessa A'zion, Milton Rockwell, Abel Ferrara (dog owner), Luke Manley (fat son), Tyler, The Creator (taxi driver friend), Koto Kawaguchi, Penn Jillette, Sandra Bernhard.
Safdie has ejected his brother Benny, with whom he made Uncut Gems (with Bronstien again as co-writer).
Made me think a lot about Nowhere Special, a film in which hardly anything happens, yet is totally engaging and moving.


















