Oh no, what? An hour of Stanley Tucci? Just him, the lean-muscled bundle of talent and charisma, taking us round Italy at a leisurely pace, talking lovingly about the food and culture of the land of his forefathers? What did we do to suffer so? Help! Save us from this purgatory!
I jest, of course. There is nothing purgatorial about Stanley Tucci: Searching for Italy (BBC Two). Not for the viewer, and certainly not for Tucci. In the opening episode, he gets to wander round Campania (other sunkissed regions are strolled through in later instalments), taking in the bustling delights of Naples, the serenity of the wooded mountains of the island of Ischia, the sea air of the Amalfi coast, the smell of the lemon groves and the taste of the limoncello of Minori. You could easily hate him – if he weren’t Stanley Tucci.
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