Movie review: ‘Marty Supreme’ full of wit, charm

Josh Safdie’s movies, made both alone and with his brother Benny, create a world where a lost midcentury sensibility rubs elbows with the hyperreal. “Marty Supreme” is one of the most pungent distillations of his style yet: a film perfumed not just by pastrami smoke and pickled East Coast Jewishness, but by the ever-beloved ghosts of the 1980s and even the canned awe of the internet era in Daniel Lopatin’s score.

It’s set in New York in 1952, and the musicians who played on the soundtrack’s...