There are many ways to get a starring role. Some actors are selected during castings, while others are invited due to their popularity, which is what happened to Kate Winslet after Titanic. But not all auditions end successfully, or actors may not agree to offers made by film directors or producers. For example, Russell Crowe refused to star in Lord of the Rings because his intuition told him so.
At Bright Side, we imagined what our favorite characters would look like if other people portrayed them.
Daenerys Targaryen — Elizabeth Olsen
The actress, who has become famous for her role of the Scarlet Witch, failed auditions for the role of Mother of Dragons at the beginning of her career. Elizabeth Olsen later described what happened: “It was the most awkward audition I’d ever had. I was doing the Khaleesi speech when she comes out of the fire. It was awful. I didn’t get a callback.” As a result, Daenerys was played by Emilia Clarke.
Aragorn — Russell Crowe
Russell Crowe was asked once whether he regretted refusing to play Aragorn in the iconic trilogy, Lord of the Rings. The actor honestly replied that he had never thought about it and explained why he didn’t join the project. According to Crowe, Peter Jackson never really wanted to cast him for the role of Aragorn. Russell’s instinct told him that the director already had a suitable person in mind, so he politely declined the offer.
Ellie Sattler — Gwyneth Paltrow
In 1992, Gwyneth Paltrow wanted to get the role of Dr. Ellie Sattler. This part would’ve really helped the career of the aspiring actress because Jurassic Park had become a popular franchise. However, the future star failed, and the role went to Laura Dern.
James Bond — Henry Cavill
Now it’s hard to imagine anyone but the brilliant Daniel Craig playing this role, but Henry Cavill had a chance to become the new Agent 007. The actor was turned down because he was “a little chubby.” Cavill accepted the criticism with dignity and began to do more physical training, which helped him in his future career.
Jane Smith — Gwen Stefani
Popular singer Gwen Stefani is a truly versatile person. She almost landed the lead role in Mr. & Mrs. Smith. Stefani went to quite a few auditions, but eventually, she made a choice in favor of a musical career. And Jane Smith was played by the amazing Angelina Jolie.
Indiana Jones — Tom Selleck
The actor almost played the cheerful adventurer. Tom Selleck got the role of Indiana Jones, but by that time, he had already signed on for the Magnum, P.I. TV series, and the producers didn’t allow him to combine the 2 projects.
Prince Caspian — Nicholas Hoult
According to the actor, auditions for the role of Prince Caspian were the worst in his career. Nicholas Hoult was asked to speak with a Hispanic accent, like Puss in Boots from Shrek. Holt was embarrassed by this request because he wasn’t prepared for it. Eventually, the role went to British actor Ben Barnes, who was the perfect fit.
Viola De Lesseps — Kate Winslet
After the resounding success of Titanic, Kate Winslet received many offers from different film directors. She was invited to take part in Shakespeare in Love, but the actress refused because she wanted to work on more independent projects. Eventually, Gwyneth Paltrow landed the role. And she made the right choice, as she was awarded an Oscar for her performance.
Alex Munday — Angelina Jolie
We know from Angelina Jolie’s filmography that she loves to take part in action flicks. But still, there was a similar project the actress rejected. Drew Barrymore and Cameron Diaz did their best to convince Jolie to play their partner but to no avail.
Jolie felt she wasn’t right for this role and later explained her refusal: “I’m not at that point in my career, so audiences won’t have as much fun watching me run around in high heels chasing bad guys and flipping my hair.”
Patrick Bateman — Johnny Depp
Initially, American Psycho was supposed to be directed by Stuart Gordon. The director saw only Johnny Depp in the main role and persuaded him to take it. But the author of the novel abruptly changed his mind. He pulled Stuart Gordon’s rights to the book and called Johnny Depp a lightweight actor who was too old to play the part. Depp was 28 at the time.
Christian Grey — Charlie Hunnam
In 2013, all the newspapers announced the news of the year: Charlie Hunnam would star in the screen adaptation of Fifty Shades of Grey. But a few months later, the actor changed his mind and refused the role. As it turned out, Hunnam had a nervous breakdown due to his busy work schedule.
The actor realized that he wouldn’t be able to do his job properly, but this decision was very difficult for him. Hunnam hasn’t seen any of the films in the trilogy because he called that situation “the worst professional experience” of his life.
Do you think the actors from our article would have been more convincing in these roles? Share your opinion in the comments below.
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I Found My Son’s Photo in My Client’s Home — Then Uncovered a Disgusting Plan
Life has a cruel way of dragging the past back into your present, even when you think it’s long gone. I never expected that a simple cleaning job would lead me to a horrifying discovery about my ex and a dangerous plan that threatened my son.
So, I’m not usually the kind of person to spill my life online, but this… this is something else. I’m still reeling from what happened last week, and I need to get it off my chest.
A thoughtful and sad woman | Source: Midjourney
I’m Jocelyn, 40, a single mom, and honestly just trying to make it work every day. I’ve been hustling as a cleaner for a while now: scrubbing floors, dusting high ceilings, you name it.
It’s not glamorous, but it keeps food on the table for my nine-year-old son, Oliver, and that’s all that matters. The job gives me plenty of time to think, to plan, and sometimes, to worry.
A tired and worried cleaning lady | Source: Midjourney
I usually work in regular homes, nothing too fancy, but last week I got this new job through my agency. The place was in this upscale neighborhood that looked straight out of one of those reality shows — the kind where people have their own wine cellars and marble statues in the foyer.
I remember rolling my eyes when I came, thinking, “Great, another house with more rooms than people.” But hey, work is work.
The interior of a fancy house with a wine cellar and a marble statue in the foyer | Source: Midjourney
The house was empty when I arrived. Typical. Most of my clients are never home; they just leave the key somewhere discreet. This time, it was under the doormat along with a handwritten note on the marble countertop.
The note had the usual polite instructions: “Please clean the kitchen, vacuum the bedrooms, and make sure to dust the picture frames.” I tucked it into my pocket and got started.
As I moved through the house, I noticed how pristine everything was. The countertops gleamed, the floors were spotless, and honestly, it made me wonder why they even needed a cleaner.
A cleaning lady looking around a fancy house | Source: Midjourney
I tried to shrug off the nerves that were creeping in; this place was giving me weird vibes. The decor felt oddly familiar, like a place I’d been in a dream but couldn’t quite remember.
Halfway through dusting, I muttered to myself, “What is this place, a museum?” The silence was getting to me, so I called Oliver.
“Hey, bud. How was school?” I asked, keeping my voice light.
“Good. We had our art class. I painted a spaceship!” His voice was full of excitement, and it made me smile.
A closeup of a spaceship drawing painted by a kid | Source: Midjourney
For a moment, I forgot about the strange feeling that had been gnawing at me since I got here.
“Sounds awesome, Ollie. Save it for me, okay?”
I needed that little pep talk from my boy. It reminded me why I put up with weird houses and demanding clients.
Soon afterward, I made my way upstairs, figuring I’d tackle the bedrooms next. Each step felt heavier, like my body was picking up on something my brain hadn’t caught onto yet. I started in the guest room, nothing strange there.
A silver and white desk lamp beside a bed | Source: Pexels
Then, I moved on to the master bedroom, and that’s when everything fell apart.
On the nightstand, staring right back at me was a framed photo of Oliver. My Oliver. I couldn’t breathe. It was like my heart had stopped and the world was spinning. I walked closer, slowly, like I was in some nightmare where everything was in slow motion. I picked up the frame with shaking hands.
“What the—” I whispered, my voice barely audible. It was him, alright. Oliver’s goofy grin, the blue paint streaked across his cheek from last year’s school fair.
A happy little boy with blue paint streaked across his cheeks | Source: Midjourney
I remember that day like it was yesterday. But why was his picture here, in this stranger’s house?
Panic set in. My mind went to dark places. Was someone stalking us? Did something happen to him? My stomach twisted. I felt dizzy, desperate to understand. I sank onto the edge of the bed, clutching the frame as if it held the answer to all my questions.
I needed to stay calm, but it was like the room was closing in on me. I could barely think straight. Who lived here? And why did they have a picture of my son?
A cleaning lady sitting beside a nightstand with a photo of a little boy | Source: Midjourney
I couldn’t stop staring at that picture of Oliver. My head was spinning, but I knew I had to pull myself together. I set the frame down and started looking around the room, my eyes darting from one thing to the next.
That’s when I spotted more photos — ones that hit like a punch to the gut. There he was, Tristan, my ex, grinning in every frame like he had it all figured out.
A closeup photo of a man grinning | Source: Midjourney
I hadn’t seen Tristan in almost nine years, not since he walked out on us. I could still see him standing in the doorway of our tiny apartment, bags in hand, his eyes cold and distant.
“I can’t do this anymore, Jocelyn,” he had said, his voice flat and unfeeling. Oliver was just a baby, crying in the background, but Tristan didn’t even look back.
“Just like that? You’re leaving us?” I had asked, my voice breaking, but he just shrugged, his face hardening.
A teary-eyed woman | Source: Midjourney
“You’ll figure it out,” he said, turning away without a hint of remorse. And then he was gone, vanishing into thin air without so much as a goodbye. I’d spent sleepless nights wondering where he was and why he’d left, but after a while, I stopped caring. We didn’t need him then, and we sure as hell didn’t need him now.
But now, it was like he’d been hiding in plain sight, living in this mansion with some glamorous woman: his new wife, judging by the wedding photo on the dresser.
A closeup shot of a bride and groom | Source: Midjourney
She was all dressed up, looking like she’d stepped straight off a movie set, and there was Tristan, holding her close like he was the king of the world. My stomach churned, and anger bubbled up inside me.
I stormed out of the bedroom, pacing the hallway, trying to make sense of it all. “Unbelievable,” I muttered to myself, my voice shaking. “He knew. He had to know I’d be here.” My thoughts were a mess, each one nastier than the last.
Just when I thought I couldn’t feel any worse, I saw the note again, crumpled in my pocket. There was another message at the back, which I most likely missed reading the first time.
A cleaning lady holding a handwritten note | Source: Midjourney
My eyes zeroed in on the last line, scrawled in Tristan’s unmistakable handwriting: “I hear you’re still working these lowly jobs. Make sure the place is spotless. Wouldn’t want Oliver living in filth.”
My blood boiled. This wasn’t just a cleaning job; it was a setup. He wanted to humiliate me, to remind me where I stood in his eyes.
I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth. “He thinks he’s so clever, doesn’t he?” I whispered furiously. I could practically see him smirking, thinking he’d won, but he had no idea who he was dealing with.
A man smiling wickedly | Source: Midjourney
I wasn’t the scared, helpless woman he left behind. I had built a life from the ground up without him, and there was no way I’d let him waltz back in and make me feel small.
Determined not to let him get the best of me, I marched back to the kitchen, scanning the spotless counters with a mischievous grin. “Alright, Tristan. Two can play this game,” I muttered under my breath. I swapped the salt with the sugar, twisted the caps back on, and moved to the laundry room.
A cleaning lady standing in a laundry room with a clever smile on her face | Source: Midjourney
“Oops,” I whispered as I poured a good splash of vinegar into his expensive-looking detergent bottle. It wasn’t much, just enough to wreak some havoc in his perfect little life.
Before I left, I scribbled a quick note and tucked it under the picture of Oliver. “You might have all the money in the world, but that doesn’t buy love or respect. You abandoned your son once, and you’ll never have the chance to hurt him again. Keep your distance, or I’ll make sure you regret it.”
A cleaning lady smiling while writing a note | Source: Midjourney
I locked the door, feeling both relieved and defiant. My hands were still shaking, but this time it wasn’t from fear. I was proud. Proud that I hadn’t let him reduce me to the woman he once left behind. I had stood my ground, and for the first time, I felt like I had taken a piece of my power back.
A few days later, my phone buzzed with a call from the agency. “Jocelyn, we got a complaint from the client,” the manager said, her voice tinged with concern. “Apparently, the laundry smelled odd and some of the food tasted off.”
A female manager talking on her phone | Source: Midjourney
I chuckled, trying to keep my tone casual. “Must have been an off day,” I said lightly, though inside, I was savoring every word. The agency didn’t push it further, and I knew Tristan must have been livid. But I didn’t care. Not anymore.
Later that night, as Oliver and I snuggled on the couch, he leaned into me, his laughter filling the room as he watched his favorite show. I could feel the warmth of his small body against mine, a comforting reminder of why I did everything I did.
A happy little boy sitting in his room | Source: Midjourney
“Mom,” he said, looking up at me with those big, curious eyes, “do you think we’ll ever need more people in our team?”
His question caught me off guard, but I smiled, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “Maybe someday, Ollie. But right now, it’s just us, and that’s pretty perfect, don’t you think?”
He nodded, grinning as he leaned his head back against my shoulder. “Yeah, just us. We’re the best team.”
I kissed the top of his head, feeling a rush of love and pride. “The best team,” I whispered, my heart full.
A happy mother-son duo | Source: Midjourney
Oliver was my world, and no amount of money or fancy homes could ever change that. I didn’t know if Tristan got my message, but I sure hoped he did.
He’d better stay far, far away because if he ever tried to mess with us again, he’d find out just how strong and fiercely protective I’d become. And maybe, just maybe, he’d learn that you can’t put a price on family.
A woman smiling confidently while sitting in her living room | Source: Midjourney
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