Icarus completely caught me off guard in the best way. What starts as a personal experiment about doping in sports quickly turned into something much bigger, darker, and more urgent. I went in expecting a film about cycling and performance enhancement, but what unfolded was a high-stakes exposé on Russia’s state-sponsored doping program, led by one of the most fascinating whistleblowers I’ve ever seen on screen. (Who is still in witness protection btw.) What stuck with me most was how fast the story shifted, from curiosity to conspiracy, and how one relationship, between the filmmaker and a scientist, unraveled a global scandal. What stayed with me wasn’t just the cover-up itself, but rather how fragile our systems of accountability really are.