Received this morning:
HE reply: I fear that a significant portion of the Joe and Jane Popcorn community is too timid-hearted, too robotic of attitude, too dull-witted and far too closed- and conventional-minded to really get the wild-ass, New York Jewish hustler, pogo-stick elation of Marty Supreme.
I wish it were otherwise. It’s easily the best smarthouse–meets–megaplex movie of 2025. I can’t wait to see it another two or three times, minimally. It really is a Raging Bull-level thing.
That said, it’s time for all the Marty Supreme devotionals to link arms, begin chanting in unison and put an end to One Battle After Another’s Erwin Rommel German tank award-season blitzkrieg.
OBAA is very well crafted and acted, but the main plot driver — Sean Penn’s rightwing, starched-fatigue asshat colonel needing to kill his biological light-skinned African American daughter to gain membership into a secret white racist club — is around-the-bend stupid and hugely irritating.
It’s basically propelled by an insane lefty-fantasy theology that, if rewarded with a Best Picture Oscar, will further characterize (i.e., tarnish the image of) the Hollywood community as kneejerk lefty wackos living on their own secular planet.
Marty Supreme is on a whole ‘nother cinematic spiritual level.