Complying with every dizzying spin of Chalamet’s table tennis hustler, Josh Safdie’s whip-crack comedy offers mind-blowing shots– and a wise return by Gwyneth Paltrow
This new film from Josh Safdie has the obsessed energy of a 149-minute ping pong rally accomplished by a single gamer running round and round the table. It’s a marathon sprint of gonzo tragedies and outcry, a sociopath-screwball problem like something by Mel Brooks– just instead of gags, there are ignitions of poor taste, cinephile insinuations, alpha cameos, frantic deal-making, racism and antisemitism, sentimental yearning and erotic experiences. It’s a farcical race against time where no person requires to eat or sleep.Timothée Chalamet plays Marty Mauser, a spindly motormouth with the glasses of an intellectual, the moustache of a film star and the physique of a small animation character. He’s freely inspired by Marty” The Needle” Reisman, a real-life United States table tennis champ from the 1950s that was offered to Bobby Riggs-type antics: betting, rushing and showmanship feats. The film possibly makes the cost of admission just with one gasp-inducing setpiece involving whippet-thin Chalamet, a pet, a bathtub, cult director Abel Ferrara in a walk-on role and a scuzzy New York resort room. Speak about not getting on company ground. Disorientating is the climactic revelation of Chalamet’s naked buttocks prior to one of the most disturbing display screens of corporal punishment because Lindsay Anderson’s If … Continue analysis … Source: The Guardian