Who doesn’t love a good conspiracy? From the murder of JFK, through to the history channel rounding up basement dwellers to shed their short-sighted insights on everything from Area 51 through to Roswell, conspiracies make for some great entertainment.
And not since Mel Gibson bit the nose off of Captain Picard, has a film really made use of that subject matter effectively. Until now that is, as we have a whole new load of crackpots ready to shine some tinfoil lights on a mystery or two, in The Conspiracy.
When two young filmmakers select a crazed conspiracy theorist as the subject of their new work, the task seems simple enough: Befriend him, gain his trust, and let his theories speak for themselves. But things prove much more complicated than that. Despite his wild street preaching, their subject proves to be an articulate and intelligent man; one prone to seeing patterns others don’t, sure, but hardly the expected lunatic. Listen long enough and his arguments even start to make a certain sort of sense. It’s enough to make you wonder if maybe, somewhere, there’s some basis to what he’s saying… And then he simply disappears. No word. No trace. Just gone.
A found footage-style documentary movie based on Wall Street, the Rockefellers, the illuminate wrapped in an enigma and deep fried in a riddle? I’m game for it.
Christopher MacBride writes and directs, with Alan C Peterson gobbling up the scenery as the missing conspiracy theorist.
Last Updated: September 18, 2012