Telluride Review: 'Escobar: Paradise Lost' Starring Benicio Del Toro And Josh Hutcherson
You know that deeply anxious expression that Josh Hutcherson wears throughout “The Hunger Games” movies? Well, if you’re a fan of his trademark chagrined countenance, you get a whole lot more of it in “Escobar: Paradise Lost,” where his character has a pretty good reason for near-constant concern.
The low beat of the bass thrummed through one of the small hole in wall ex-pat bars that littered Campo de’ Fiori, and spilled into the crowded Piazza. Josh muscled his way into the Drunken Ship, past the crowd of intoxicated university students and slipped in front of the bar. Catching the bartender’s attention, he pointed to his empty bottle and shouted “Due birre!” before wiping the sweat from his brow, the intense heat of the Italian summer causing the thin white t-shirt he was wearing to stick to his skin. After filming in Rome for the past three weeks his remedial Italian had left him with the sole ability to order beer, wine, and hail a taxi.
The bartender bent down behind the bar and stood back up holding two similar yet slightly different beers, “É questo va bene?”
“If you die, and I live, there’s no life for me at all back in District Twelve. You’re my whole life. I would never be happy again. It’s different for you. I’m not saying it wouldn’t be hard. But there are other people who’d make your life worth living. No one really needs me.”
“You know there are just times when you meet people in your life and it clicks instantly? It was like that with Sam. I like people that just let me be myself, and I don’t feel like I have to try to be extra-fancy.”
— Josh Hutcherson