by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner
Where to begin with this one. I went into Marty Supreme largely blind. I knew it was a movie about ping-pong and that was about it. Well, jokes on me because it turned out it was more about the disastrous life of a 23-year-old asshole.
I was expecting a rousing, audience pleasing tale of a young man making it big in the world of professional ping-pong. But, lulz, that’s not at all what happened. It just seemed like a succession of poor decisions on the part of the hero.
I didn’t care about the characters. I didn’t care about the sport. So about 90% in I walked out. Maybe the last 10% of the movie gave me what I expected, but I had better things to do, so I don’t know.
Anyway, I struggle to understand why people think Marty Supreme is such a great movie. Every time I think I’ve gotten a handle on it, it slips through my grasp. The ending must have been a lot better than I expected for everyone to love the movie so much.
I just found the experience tiresome and grating on my nerves.
