Fantastic Fest: ‘The Conspiracy’ Has No Clothes; It Also Has No
Idea What It Wants To Be  The Conspiracy     The remainder of
the film sees them followed by suspicious men on bikes and black
SUVs, meeting a mysterious insider and planning a trip to a
secret retreat where elite members of the shadowy Tarsus Group
meet to plan their continuing world domination. It may not be a
sexy conspiracy theory, but if it’s good enough for Alex Jones
it’s good enough for MacBride.  The idea here is a good one.
It’s easy to picture a “documentary” that begins as one thing
then slowly shifts to focus on the filmmakers themselves when
they get too close to the truth they were seeking, but The
Conspiracy is not that film. Nailing down exactly what kind of
film it is though is difficult. It makes the token pretense of
being a “real” doc including talking heads, text updates on a
black screen and the lack of anything resembling opening
credits, but the layer below the surface begs the question as to
who exactly made the film. It