Timothée Chalamet is famous. Gwyneth Paltrow is too; so are Fran Drescher, Odessa A’zion, and Tyler, the Creator. They’re all spectacular in Marty Supreme, Josh Safdie’s high-octane table tennis picture that has a place on most critics’ lists of the best movies this year. There’s a lot that makes Marty sing, but a big part of this movie, as in Safdie’s previous work—films like Uncut Gems, Good Time, and Heaven Knows What—is its ensemble of unusual faces and unique voices. In working with one of Hollywood’s finest casting directors, Jennifer Venditti, Safdie has built a constellation of loud, aggressive New Yorkers—largely played by people who are not film stars. One gets the impression that these people would be carrying on the same way even if Safdie’s camera weren’t rolling. Here, Safdie explains his rationale for populating this celebration of tenement dwellers and junkyard Jews with authors, fellow film directors, and personalities he discovered in viral videos—starting with a voice likely only known to those who really know. Howard Stern superfan Mariann From Brooklyn (as the …