They told me they needed a real villain for Marty Supreme. A wealthy, unapologetic power player in 1952. Married to Gwyneth Paltrow, standing in the way of Timothée Chalamet’s rise to ping pong glory. Their words, not mine: “We need a real a**hole… and you’re it.” So I became Milton Rockwell, one of the richest men in America, a socialite with private jets and just enough arrogance to make it interesting. No acting school. No auditions. Josh Safdie and Ronnie handed me the script, and I delivered. We took over Times Square, transformed the Plaza Hotel, and filled it with hundreds of extras. I wore my own 1950 Seiko and 1952 Patek Philippe. This film is ELECTRIC. Timothée brings insane energy to the role... Marty Supreme hits theaters this Christmas.