So it appears I don't have an aversion to Mr.Guy Pearce anymore. I'm not really sure how that little seed of dislike was planted, but I definitely let it grow. I loved the guy when he was a trussed up drag queen in the Aussie desert, so what happened? Maybe it was that he just took himself too seriously. I'm not sure, but I just watched L.A. Confidential (in my opinion over-rated, but still quite enjoyable) and I definitely rekindled my like for this Pearce-ing soul (I know, I'm hilarious).
I'm now very much looking forward to renting Memento.