Two CIA agents infiltrate NASA to expose a potential mole, only to get involved in one of the biggest conspiracies in American history, shooting footage of a fake moon landing after learning that NASA is losing the space race to the Russians.
A send-up like this works far better for a few minutes on the small screen (see Documentary! or Drunk History); at feature length it becomes a stylistic exercise, like a kid mugging for the camera through an Instagram filter.
There are enough paranoid-thriller sequences set to well-chosen Creedence Clearwater Revival tunes, to suggest the movie that could have been made with a little more seriousness, and money. Not that it matters.
Very amusing, well-made comedy mockumentary, set in the late-1960s, that explains how and why the Apollo 11 Moon landing was faked. Director Matt Johnson squeezes a lot out of a scant-budget.
Part mockumentary, party black comedy, part action-adventure and part cinematic dare, the movie is a bizarre, engrossing creation that will leave audiences either delighted or baffled, though never bored.
This isn't the kind of shaky horror flick you've seen countless times before, or the type of USA versus USSR effort that has been pumped out since the 1960s.
A frisky, fertile dive into conspiracy theories and the righteous dedication that often gives birth to them, this low-budget Canadian feature is a series of movies within movies: alternately found, forged and finessed.
