I don't know why I expected this to be some kind of goofy lark. It is not. Oh boy is it not. A surface layer of wickedly clever deadpan satire barely restrains a genuine font of seething, righteous anger. There's a real conspiracy winding its way through all the fake ones, and it's far more insidious and horrifying (and banal) than any of the tinfoil hat classics Baldwin stitches together for this Avengers of the Conspiracy Theory Cinematic Universe.