Given its advertising, I expected Marty Supreme to be just another inspiring sports movie; in reality, this film is about much more. Through Chalamet’s portrayal of a bright-eyed, obnoxiously determined narcissist, he is a perfectly frustrating centrepiece to an equally frustrating to watch film. It’s gritty depictions of a dog falling through a ceiling, and the supporting character’s water breaking mid-way through a shoot-out, paired with the general ‘all gas no breaks vibe’ towards the end of the film certainly kept my pulse running.
The movie’s lead up to Marty’s gut punching realisation that the whole horrible ordeal was futile, somehow makes you feel sympathy for such a jarring character – my highlight of the film. However, I find that the lack of emotional depth and immaturity which makes his character so frustrating to watch means that, until the end, he isn’t able to deliver a performance resonant enough for me to truly believe that Chalamet is going to win ‘Best Actor’ at the Oscars in a few months. In my eyes, it is the supporting actors in this film that makes it memorable – as their complex characters really capture just how destructive Marty is, even if not perfect themselves.
… I find that the lack of emotional depth and immaturity which makes his character so frustrating to watch
On that note, I’d definitely say that pretty much everybody in this movie was, to a decent extent, a total asshole – which made for many moments where you wanted to yell at the screen for sure.
Really my only critique of this film is how it continues a reoccurring theme in every new film I watch; it didn’t have the most satisfying ending. Watching Chalamet express a single emotion in this movie that wasn’t immature perseverance was nice, but some more closure would have been appreciated – particularly given the long run time. I’d give this a solid 4/5.
