11 Crappiest Movies Of Stanley Tucci’s Career
Exactly how awesome does Stanley Tucci look as Caesar Flickerman in the trailer for the upcoming Hunger Games? Tucci himself helped design his character's dramatic Capitol look, and I can't wait to see the final results. Until then, let's do a quick rundown of his crappiest movies ever:
Who's That Girl?: Tucci's role in this movie was so tiny that only a die-hard fan would've noticed him. Many years later. On TBS. While weeping.
Monkey Shines: This film had the potential to be terrifying ... if only it weren't so damn ridiculous.
Jury Duty: This was a starring vehicle for Pauly Shore, and Tucci somehow got reeled in. Oh, the humanity.
In Too Deep: This one would've been an adequate entry into the "urban drama" category of film, but the ending just killed it.
America's Sweethearts: Overall, this was a total self-aggrandizing mess of a movie.
Big Trouble: Great cast meets godawful, hackneyed script. Disaster ensues.
Maid in Manhattan: All hail the rise of the Jennifer Lopez romcom. Or maybe not.
The Core: Sure, this was only intended to be mindless disaster porn, but the movie's low budget translated into weak CGI effects and really ruined the fun element.
Shall We Dance?: Some people got all warm and fuzzy while witnessing this remake. I was not one of those people.
The Lovely Bones: Truly, this movie wouldn't have come off so badly if it wasn't expected to be good. Major critical disappointment.
Space Chimps: This movie was just like Hello Kitty drinking too many fuzzy navels and puking all over the "Pimp My Ride" version of the set from "Wile E. Coyote and Road Runner."
Blind Date: Sadly, Tucci not only starred in this pretentious romantic dramedy, but he directed it as well.
Burlesque: A cheap shot? Maybe so, but this movie wasn't even worth it for the camp factor.
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