Movie Review: An electric Timothée Chalamet is the consummate striver in propulsive ‘Marty Supreme'

''Everybody wants to rule the world,'' goes the Tears for Fears song we hear at a key point in ''Marty Supreme,'' Josh Safdie's nerve-busting adrenaline jolt of a movie starring a never-better Timothée Chalamet.

But here's the thing: everybody may want to rule the world, but not everybody truly believes they CAN. This, one could argue, is what separates the true strivers from the rest of us.

And Marty — played by Chalamet in a delicious synergy of actor, role and whatever fairy dust makes a performance feel both preordained and magically fresh — is a striver. With every fiber of his restless, wiry body. They should add him to the dictionary definition.

Needless to say, Marty is a New Yorker.

Also needless to say, Chalamet is a New Yorker.

And so is Safdie, a writer-director Chalamet has called ''the street poet of New York.'' So, where else could this story be set?

It's 1952, on Manhattan's Lower East Side. Marty Mauser is a salesman in his uncle's shoe store, escaping to the storeroom for a hot tryst with his (married) girlfriend. Suddenly we're seeing footage of sperm traveling — talk about strivers! — up to an egg. Which morphs, of course, into a pingpong ball.

Sandler's Howard Ratner was a New York striver, too, but sadder, and more troubled. Marty is young, determined, brash — with an eye always to the future. He's a great salesman: ''I could sell shoes to an amputee,'' he boasts, crassly. But what he's plotting to unveil to the world has nothing to do with shoes. It's about table tennis.

How likely is it that this Jewish kid from the Lower East Side can become the very face of a sport in America, soon to be ''staring at you from the cover of a Wheaties box?''

To Marty, perfectly likely. Still, he knows nobody in the U.S. cares about table tennis. He's so determined to prove everyone wrong, starting at the British Open in London, that when there's a snag obtaining cash for his trip, he brandishes a gun at a colleague to get it.

Shaking off that sorta-armed robbery thing, Marty arrives in London, where he fast-talks his way into a suite at the Ritz. Here, he spies fellow guest Kay Stone (Gwyneth Paltrow, in a wise, stylish return to the screen), a former movie star married to an insufferable tycoon (''Shark Tank'' personality Kevin O'Leary, one of many nonactors here.)

Kay's skeptical, but Marty finds a way to woo her. Really, all he has to say is: ''Come watch me.'' Once she sees him play, she's sneaking into his room in a lace corselet.

But then, nearly all the faces in ''Marty Supreme'' are extraordinary. In a movie with more than 100 characters, we have known actors (Fran Drescher, Abel Ferrara); nonacting personalities (O'Leary, and an excellent Tyler Okonma (Tyler, The Creator) as Marty's friend Wally); and exciting newcomers like Odessa A'Zion as Marty's feisty girlfriend Rachel.

There are also a slew of nonactors in small parts, plus cameos from the likes of David Mamet and even high wire artist Philippe Petit. The dizzying array makes one curious how it all came together — is casting director Jennifer Venditti taking interns? Production notes tell us that for one hustling scene at a bowling alley, young men were recruited from a sports trading-card convention.

Elsewhere on the creative team, composer Daniel Lopatin succeeds in channelling both Marty's beating heart and the ricochet of pingpong balls in his propulsive score. The script by Safdie and cowriter Ronald Bronstein, loosely based on real-life table tennis hustler Marty Reisman, beats with its own, never-stopping pulse. The same breakneck aesthetic applies to camera work by Darius Khondji.

Back now to London, where Marty makes the finals against Japanese player Koto Endo (Koto Kawaguchi, like his character a deaf table tennis champion). ''I'll be dropping a third atom bomb on them,'' he brags — not his only questionable World War II quip. But Endo, with his unorthodox paddle and grip, prevails.

After a stint as a side act with the Harlem Globetrotters, including pingpong games with a seal — you'll have to take our word for this, folks, we're running low on space — Marty returns home, determined to make the imminent world championships in Tokyo.

So Marty's on the run. And he'll do anything, however messy or dangerous, to get to Japan. Even if he has to totally debase himself (mark our words), or endanger friends — or abandon loyal and brave Rachel.

Is there something else for Marty, besides his obsessive goal? If so, he doesn't know it yet. But the lyrics of another song used in the film are instructive here: ''Everybody's got to learn sometime.''

So can a single-minded striver ultimately learn something new about his own life?

We'll have to see. As Marty might say: ''Come watch me.''