The Count of Monte Cristo (2002)

Revenge, sweet revenge.

Betrayed by friend and foe alike, straight-arrow Jim Caviezel longs for payback in one of the better versions of an often-told Alexander Dumas tale.

Topping his list of dudes cruising for a bruising is a silky, slithery Guy Pearce, who was born to be bad, positively reveling in each underhanded action, each sniggering sneer.

The star of L.A. Confidential and Memento is by far the best thing in this version, and, while we might not root for his ass-hat to win the day, we can admire how deeply he enjoys his evilness.

At least a bit.

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