Jones is a self-inflating (though not charmless) showboat who gets energy from hearing himself speak; he has cast himself as the star and main target in a conspiracy thriller he sees following him everywhere: a shirtless biker hanging around the Washington Mall is certainly Secret Service; the fire alarm that goes off in his hotel can only be a "setup."
But many of his fellows and followers seem something closer to sad -- hurt, almost, by What They Know.
How they see it
If anything, "New World Order" plays as a bittersweet, all-too-human comedy. Like the pair's previous documentary, "Darkon," which looked at a self-described "full-contact medieval fantasy war-gaming group," it's a film about people who have found the thing that gives their lives shape and meaning, that corrals the world's random messiness into a unified theory of disaster. It does not make them happy, but the scales having fallen from their eyes; they are helpless to look away and too terrified not to speak out. Their zeal is literally missionary.
"This is more important than how much Britney Spears' hair sold for on EBay, 'Dancing With the Stars' or who's gonna be America's next idol," says one believer. "People think this is a joke. We're not a joke."
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robert.lloyd@latimes.com
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'New World Order'
Where: IFC
When: 3:45 p.m. today
Rating: Not rated
