I Stayed for the Last 20 Seconds

Reflections after watching A24’s Marty Supreme

I didn’t like this movie.

It made me restless, irritable, and discontent—the kind of discontent that AA talks about, the kind that comes when self-will runs riot. That’s what this whole movie was: self-will gone off the rails. A man chasing something hollow, loud, and desperate, thinking maybe if he just wins enough, louder, harder, flashier, it’ll all finally matter.

But it doesn’t.

Marty is chaos personified. He’s ego in motion. And the deeper into the movie you get, the more you realize: there’s no point. No peace. No bigger picture. Just noise. Just a man driven by fear and ego, stepping on everyone around him, thinking it’s all justified because there’s a crown at the end.

That scene at the end, when he’s standing on stage after winning, it’s supposed to be triumph. But all I could see was loneliness. The hollowness of it. He got what he wanted, and there was still nothing there.

AA says self-centeredness is the root of our problem. I felt that in every frame of this film. Every decision Marty made was about him. His legacy. His pain. His win. And yet the only real peace in the whole story came in the last twenty seconds. When he saw that baby. When the camera finally stopped spinning. No music. No chaos. Just a tiny, quiet human looking back at him. And for the first time, he wasn’t performing. He was just there.

I didn’t walk out because I was writing this. But I wanted to. Not because it was a bad movie, but because it hit something raw in me. Something I’ve been circling for years. Since my dad died, there’s been this drift. This quiet turning of my life toward noise. Toward chasing things that don’t last. And watching Marty do it on screen made it all feel a little too familiar.

I still don’t get the film entirely. But I felt it. And maybe that’s the point.

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Reflections from a life lived between light and shadow.
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