What if Apollo 11 never actually made it? Imagine if, in reality, Stanley Kubrick secretly shot the famous pictures of the moon landing in a studio, doing work for the US administration? This is the premise of a totally plausible conspiracy theory that takes us to swinging sixties London, where a stubborn CIA representative will never find Kubrick but has been forced to team up with a lousy manager of a seedy rock group to come up with the greatest con of them all.