What’s predictable enough is how effortlessly Chalamet generates sympathy for Marty Mauser, who in the cold light of the final credits deserves very little of it. But such is what movie stars do.

Safdie transforms a sports saga into a biting portrait of ambition, class, and identity. [It’s] a relentless odyssey of purpose and survival, where every hustle feels like a defiant claim to value in a world eager to deny it.

...the movie is basically a picaresque dark comedy juiced up with violent slapstick and audacious stunt casting, with Chalamet stunting the hardest of all.

Marty Supreme successfully recreates the conditions that made it possible for a hardheaded young man to believe he could make ping-pong a national sport...