Stephen Miller’s review published on Letterboxd:
What promised to be an engaging Cold War thriller quickly turned into an amorphous, mildly-entertaining, Cold War-adjacent biopic. Bobby Fischer is an inherently interesting subject, and the 70's setting lends itself to an easy, whimsical groove. The rest? By-the-numbers, POV-free coasting by a very competent cast and filmmaker. It doesn't say anything and, despite the obvious metaphors (the U.S. supporting a paranoid bully who happens to share a common enemy? Nah they won't get that. Throw in grainy surveillance photos and a couple toothless conversations about patriotism) doesn't really want to. Neither do I.