The men chasing Best Actor this year can hold a close-up. Few can hold a paddle. In Marty Supreme, Timothée Chalamet does both with unnerving precision. As Marty Mauser, a hustling dreamer clawing his way through smoky ping-pong halls, he turns every rally into choreography sharp footwork, elastic wrists, eyes locked like a predator tracking spin. Vanity Fair magazine wrote in detail about how he achieved such professionalism in tennis.
The matches crackle with kinetic control, but the film doesn’t stop at sport. Chalamet commits just as fearlessly to the story’s raw intimacy. His nude body and sex scenes aren’t gratuitous; they’re confrontational, exposing vanity, insecurity, and hunger in equal measure. There’s no coy lighting to hide behind just skin, sweat, and emotional risk.
Athletic discipline and nude erotica rarely coexist this convincingly. For mastering the table and stripping the character bare, Chalamet delivers a performance that feels award-bound.
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