Conspiracies are a fascinating culture phenomenon, and The Conspiracy has no interest in that.  In fact, writer-director Christopher MacBride has no interest in probing deeper into the nature of conspiracies, and instead turns his attention to churning out the most generic, tired conspiracy yarn possible.  Then, in an obvious gimmick, he couches his weak story inside the framing device of a faux-documentary.  There’s no attempt to play off other loony-bin documentaries like Loose Change, or any trace of a serious effort to keep us guessing to the authenticity of the documentary form.  Until a horribly clumsy ending, everything in The Conspiracy is at face value: the one-dimensional characters, the thoughtless clichés, and the total lack of insight about why conspiracies are interesting in the first place.