The Lovely Bones

The Lovely Bones was sort of What Dreams May Come + crime thriller + warning to parents and little girls public service announcement + proof that Stanley Tucci can play not only a super duper gay guy or Julia Child's husband or the other thousands of characters he's played, but a super duper creepy serial killer man.  If suspense was rocket fuel, then I would have shot out of my seat.  I read the book, I basically remember what happens.  But, my gosh, the build up made the movie.  Otherwise, would not have been that great.