Mean-spiritedness lies in the eye of the beholder: one person’s aggressively sour-minded movie is another’s idea of delightfully jaundiced fun, and no movie this year proves that as aptly as Josh Safdie’s two-and-a-half-hour loop-de-loop character study Marty Supreme. Timothée Chalamet stars as the Marty of the title, a rising 1950s table-tennis star, who’s so driven to succeed he doesn’t care who gets trampled in his upward climb. Those he hurts and disappoints include, but are not limited to, his closest friend from childhood, Odessa A’zion’s Rachel, whom he knocks up and abandons; Kay Stone ( Gwyneth Paltrow) , a rich but rather sad 1930s movie star whom he seduces and steals from, though she’s so starved for attention that she comes back for more; his boss at a New York shoe

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