When the tour manager unpacks a pistol from a FedEx box, there’s a strong hint that the documentary of this French electro-house duo’s spring 2008 American trek will end badly. And after numerous trips to shooting ranges, the Las Vegas wedding of Justice’s mutton-chopped Gaspard Augé to a blurred-faced babe, and très Girls Gone Wild –like backstage footage, it does. Favoring excessive …
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