Across 150 minutes, Marty Supreme charts a whirlwind nine months in the life of a table tennis wunderkind and New York City scammer, as he grows increasingly soulless in pursuit of his dream to be a ping pong champion, leaving behind wreckage both physical (like a burned down Jersey gas station), but mostly emotional—chiefly Rachel, the childhood friend carrying a child that Marty refuses to claim.
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