Joseph Ford’s review published on Letterboxd:
When Fogel asks "What are you going to do now?" and Rodchenkov replies "Start writing the book," it is very telling. This doc is the book cashing in on what's in the news, it's "Pokemon Go to the polls," and it's Damien Chazelle hiring Josh Singer to write his next film.
In perfect documentarian style, Fogel captures the audience's attention with "Super Steroid Me," presents a quirky and endearing character victimized by circumstances outside of his control, and creates an antagonist (the Russia we all love to hate). Couple that with strong sentiments regarding America as the ideal international player and Hollywood as the ideal international watchdog, and you have a doc begging for the Oscar.
The careful calculation of Icarus does not mean it is boring, however. Certainly, it strays into overly-informational territory on occasion, but I still got chills when Fogel slowly revealed the depth of the plot and the true danger Rodchenkov was in. Those chills remained as the closing text came onto screen, reminding the audience that despite the gratuity of the doping scandal, Russian sports will remain a major force in international competition. And perhaps that was the purpose of this documentary: not to inform, but to remind the audience that such underhanded behavior always has and always will remain unchecked.