My favorite movie of the year for the first hour. Opening in 1950s New York City to a familiar ’80s tune, the film follows a charismatic Chalamet hustling toward his dream — a joy to watch against the unique backdrop of table tennis. I was all in. Then Marty the hustler turned on me and I felt like one of his victims he’d swindled. This movie became the runaway dog I didn’t care to find.