Aside from King Kong, Peter Jacksons only film in the last eighteen years to take place outside the dramatic vistas of Middle-earth was The Lovely Bones, the Kiwi directors 2009 adaptation of Alice Sebolds bestselling novel. The films reception was decidedly mixed, but critics reserved praise for two elements of the film in particular: its visual panache and the uneasy performance of Stanley Tucci. Tucci earned a Best Supporting Actor nomination for playing the paedophile and serial killer George Harvey and was practically unrecognisable in the role, but then again Tucci has spent almost thirty years seldom receiving the recognition bestowed on many of his peers. Despite winning both an Emmy and a Golden Globe for his lead role in Winchell in 1999, Tucci has spent most of his career below the radar. Early opportunities in the likes of Beethoven, Billy Bathgate and The Pelican Brief established him as an actor of merit, setting the standard for a career in which Tucci would routinely provide excellent support to more established co-stars. The actors visibility has increased in recent years thanks to appearances in Captain America: The First Avenger, Transformers: Age Of Extinction and the role of the ridiculous Caesar Flickerman in The Hunger Games films, but dont expect to see him steal the limelight any time soon. From the frothy waters of comedies like The Devil Wears Prada to the darker depths of Road To Perdition and Margin Call, Tucci doesnt need prestige parts to make a lasting impression.
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