The Inflection Point

Marty Supreme is everything I could ever imagine or dream of for a movie. At the start of the third act, the score rises, it’s triumphant, when the championship hasn’t even happened yet. The full journey, the absolute stones it takes to scream your dreams out loud to those around you not being afraid to fail. I started smiling ear to ear. Maybe just once, the planets align, and the perfect role finds the perfect actor at just the correct time. It’s a fragile moment that’s too delicate to grip, too vivid to dream, and too brief to do anything but watch. By the end I fought back tears. I had dreams of stories like this since I can first remember. It’s for the dreamers. Forever young! Marty Fucking Supreme. Movie of the decade.