When my husband suggested we watch this movie, I was somewhat indifferent. I don’t have any particular interest in the Olympics and/or athletic doping scandals. I’ve never been that into sports to begin with (though I do enjoy watching the figure skating and the gymnastics).
Still, we were looking for something to watch, and I’d already dismissed a number of other options. And I generally like documentaries. So I shrugged and agreed.
Wow. This film is intense.
When it started, I was actually a bit confused. Filmmaker Bryan Fogel seemed to be trying to make a movie about athletes doping for some French bicycle race (one that isn’t the Tour de France). I couldn’t tell if he was actually attempting to get away with it… But then why film it, right? And I couldn’t tell whether the man he was working with realized Fogel was doping in order to prove it could be done (rather than doing it in order to cheat and win). But as things went on, well…
I can’t really explain it. You just have to watch.
Basically, Fogel ended up in the middle of the big Russian Olympic doping scandal. And the guy he’d been working with on his cycling documentary had to flee Russia.
It was just crazy. The whole thing plays out like a Tom Clancy novel. I was sucked in. Then again, I do love true crime and, while I typically don’t subscribe to conspiracy theories, they are often fun to hear about.
Icarus won an Academy Award, and for good reason. I know I’m way behind on getting around to watching it (the movie came out in 2017), but if you haven’t yet either, I’d say it’s worth your time.