Bobby Fischer learned chess at age six in Brooklyn and became a grandmaster before he could legally vote, and this film traces the arc from that early promise to his death in Iceland as a paranoid recluse. The 1972 World Championship match against Boris Spassky in Reykjavik anchors the story, restaged here through archival footage of Cold War press coverage that turned a chess match into a proxy for the superpower rivalry. Interviews with childhood friends, chess officials, and journalists who covered him describe a man who could see the board more clearly than anyone alive and almost nothing else clearly at all. The film does not skip past what came after the title: Fischer's descent into antisemitic conspiracy theories, his years in hiding, and his stateless final decade. Footage of his erratic public radio appearances sits uncomfortably next to clips of the twenty-nine-year-old who once seemed like the best hope American chess had. It is a portrait of a singular talent that never separates the genius from the collapse.