A film about the moon landings, or rather the CIA's supposed back-up plan of getting Stanley Kubrick to film a fake moon landing in case the real one went arse-shaped, therefore, presumably, maintaining the whole 'America has conquered the moon' propaganda.
When a cockney views something in great detail: Proper gander.
Anyway, rather than netting the real Kubrick, the Yanks accidentally hire some chancer pretending to be him and his mate. Film's a strange blend of knockabout comedy an surprisingly graphic, bloody violence. Ideal for someone who likes a bit of chucklemurder.