When Searching for Bobby Fischer was released on August 11, 1993, Josh Waitzkin (the main character of film) was 16 years old and still playing chess. I watched this film assuming that Josh was a fictional character designed with the artistic and thematic purpose to parallel the chess player Bobby Fischer. In combination with the surreal and dramatic moments, the movie veils itself as a fictional piece and seems to be, in fact, a highly dramatized non-fiction based piece. Upon further research, I found that the real Josh Waitzkin, faced with the pressure of movie fame, turned to Tai Chi, quit chess, and picked up martial arts instead.
Is it appropriate to make a film based on the life of a seven-year-old who at the time of release is 16 years old? The subject matter and concurrent dramatization becomes revolting. While dramatization is fine, like in the case of In the Name of the Father (1993) - released the same year - where the event is far removed, made clear to be based on a true story, and dramatized for cinematic purpose; this movie only fulfills one of those criteria.
Despite the choice of subject, the film makes effective use of their subject and excessive dramatization. By paralleling Bobby Fischer with the development of Josh Waitzkin, an interesting moral story of expectations and purpose is created. Great characters are described with contradicting motives and lingering pasts. These characters mix and collide to develop the young Waitzkin into a fine chess player. Zaillian creates a brilliant coming-of-age story of the level of Boyhood (2014). But even further still, Zaillian creates a beautiful overarching metaphor. Chess is the name of the game and that's how he films it. Each scene is a chess move in the final checkmate: the development of Waitzkin. Each scrap of dialogue is a chess move in the final outcome of the conversation. Conrad L. Hall, the cinematographer, helps parallel the chess game with his camera. It's a beautiful movie with a strong, central metaphor, like La La Land (2016).
Unfortunately, along with the subject matter, Zaillian builds up to a carefully constructed climax, yet the climax itself is made of glass. He made a film about a child and creates a childish climax. Only an amateur filmmaker would make a definite 'bad guy' for the 'good guy' to beat in a beautifully crafted story. Leave those black-and-white antics for the comic book movies. Are we supposed to cheer when the 'good guy' miraculously wins against the innocent 'bad guy'? This movie becomes a blended smoothie of an amateur heroic plot and a masterful coming-of-age story, supplemented by a repulsive choice in subject matter.