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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Little Girl Stopped Me on the Street and Said, ‘Your Picture Is in My Mom’s Wallet!’ – When I Saw Her Mom, I Was Speechless
While jogging through a quaint seaside town, I was stopped by an insistent little girl who claimed, “Your picture is in my mom’s wallet!” Curious and uneasy, I followed her to a charming house. When her mother appeared, I was shocked speechless!
The ocean breeze hit differently here, away from the urgency I was used to back in Silicon Valley.
A man staring out at the ocean | Source: Midjourney
I’d forgotten what it felt like to breathe without checking my phone every few seconds. My sister had practically pushed me onto the plane, insisting I needed this break from running my tech empire.
She’d insisted the beautiful beaches, great surfing, and lack of crowds made it the perfect place to relax. Looking back now, I wonder if she knew what she was setting in motion.
I’d been in this small coastal town for three days, and while its charm was undeniable — all weathered boardwalks and salt-sprayed storefronts — I felt like a fish out of water.
A man walking down the street in a coastal town | Source: Midjourney
The locals moved at their peaceful rhythm, while I still vibrated with the energy of quarterly reports and board meetings. Even my temporary rental cottage, with its shabby-chic furniture and views of the sunset, felt like someone else’s life I was trying on for size.
That morning, I decided to burn off some of this restless energy with a run through the quiet streets.
The fog was just lifting, and the early sun painted everything in soft gold. My expensive running shoes felt out of place on these worn sidewalks, just like I did.
A man jogging down a street | Source: Midjourney
A few early risers nodded hello as they walked their dogs or opened their shops. Their easy smiles made me realize how long it had been since I’d exchanged simple pleasantries with strangers.
“Mister, wait! Mister! I know you!”
I froze mid-stride, my heart suddenly racing faster than my run had caused. A little girl, maybe eight years old, was running toward me, her wild curls bouncing with each step.
An excited girl running down a misty street | Source: Midjourney
Before I could process what was happening, her small hand grabbed mine.
“Mister, come with me! To my mom! Come on!”
I gently but firmly pulled my hand away, alarm bells ringing in my head. “Wait, little one. What’s your name? And how do you know me?”
She looked up at me with eyes so earnest it almost hurt. “My name’s Miranda! Your picture is in my mom’s wallet! I see it all the time!”
A girl smiling up at someone | Source: Midjourney
Her words hit me like a physical blow. My picture? In her mom’s wallet? I took a step back, my mind racing through possibilities.
“Miranda, that’s… that’s impossible. I don’t know anyone here.”
“Yes, you do! You know my mom!”
She reached for my hand again, but I kept it safely at my side. The morning sun caught her features just right, and something about her profile tugged at my memory, but I couldn’t place it.
A man on a misty street | Source: Midjourney
“Listen, I can’t just follow a child I don’t know. Who’s your mom? And why would she have my picture?”
“Julia! My mom’s name is Julia!” She bounced on her toes, practically vibrating with excitement. “She looks at your picture sometimes when she thinks I’m not watching. She gets all quiet after.”
Julia? I searched my memory, but the name only brought up vague recollections of business meetings and casual introductions. Nothing significant enough to warrant having my photo in anyone’s wallet.
Yet something about this child’s certainty made me hesitate to just walk away.
An insistent young girl speaking to someone | Source: Midjourney
“Come on, come on!” Miranda tried to grab my hand again, but I shook my head.
“I’ll walk with you, but no hand-holding, okay? I don’t want anyone thinking I’m up to no good.”
She nodded, accepting this compromise, and skipped ahead of me, looking back every few steps to ensure I was following.
We walked down a street lined with mature oak trees, their branches creating dappled shadows on the sidewalk. Finally, we reached a modest house with white shutters and a garden full of bright flowers.
A modest house surrounded by a garden filled with flowers | Source: Midjourney
Miranda bounded up the steps and threw open the door, disappearing inside.
“Mom! Mom! He’s here! He’s here! The man from your wallet! He’s here!”
I stood awkwardly in the hallway, wondering if I should leave before this got even more bizarre. But then Miranda reappeared, practically dragging a woman behind her.
The woman froze when she saw me. Her hand flew to her mouth, and tears immediately welled in her eyes.
A woman standing in a hallway with one hand over her mouth | Source: Midjourney
I didn’t recognize her at first, not until she lowered her hand, and eight years of buried memories came crashing back.
“What? How is this possible?” I whispered. “Meredith? Is that you?”
“Nobody’s called me that in years,” she said, her voice thick with emotion.
The world tilted on its axis as I looked between her and Miranda.
A woman with a shocked expression standing in an entrance hallway | Source: Midjourney
The same wild curls, the same determined set to their jaws. My throat went dry as understanding began to dawn.
“You left, remember?” Julia’s words came out sharp and bitter. “That day at the café. You told me you didn’t want to be with someone who only cared about your money.”
The memory hit me like a punch to the gut. My sister had shown me documents — fabricated documents, I now realized — claiming Julia had a history of pursuing wealthy men, and that she had debts she was trying to pay off.
An astonished man standing in an entrance hallway | Source: Midjourney
I had believed it all without question, too caught up in my fears of being used to see what was right in front of me.
“You never even let me speak,” Julia continued, tears streaming down her face. “You accused me of chasing after rich men and told me your sister showed you documents detailing my debts. I never had any debts.”
She paused then and looked down at Miranda, her voice softening. “I knew that if I told you about the baby, it would only confirm your sister’s lies about me. And I couldn’t do that because I truly loved you. And… I have my pride.”
A woman leaning against a wall while her daughter stands on something behind her | Source: Midjourney
Miranda stood between us, her small hand clutching her mother’s, looking confused by the tension she’d created. My daughter!
The thought hit me with such force that I had to lean against the wall for support. All these years of building my company, of chasing success, and I’d had a child I didn’t even know about.
“Why ‘Julia’?” I managed to ask, trying to make sense of anything in this moment. “Why did you go by Meredith back then?”
A man leaning forward slightly while speaking to someone | Source: Midjourney
“Meredith was my middle name. I used it that year because I’d just lost my grandmother. She was also called Meredith. I thought you knew that. But I guess there were a lot of things you didn’t know about me. You were always so busy…”
Everything clicked into place with devastating clarity. My sister’s manipulation, her pushing me to date her best friend after Meredith and I broke up, the convenient “evidence” of Julia’s gold-digging ways.
I’d been such a fool, so wrapped up in my ambitions and fears that I’d missed what really mattered.
A man astounded by a realization | Source: Midjourney
“I was wrong,” I said, my voice cracking. “About everything. I believed lies, and I let them ruin us. But now… now I want to make it right.”
Julia’s laugh was hollow. “How do you make up for eight years? For a child growing up without a father? For all the school plays and violin recitals and birthday parties you missed?”
“I can’t,” I admitted, feeling the weight of every missed moment. “But I can be here from this moment forward, if you’ll let me. For Miranda. For both of you.”
A man speaking earnestly to a woman | Source: Midjourney
Miranda’s eyes lit up at this, but Julia’s expression remained guarded.
“Words are easy,” she said. “Especially for a man who makes his living selling dreams to investors.”
“Then let me prove it with actions,” I insisted. “I’ll move here. Take a step back from the company. Whatever it takes. I’ve spent so long building something I thought was important, but standing here now, I realize I was building the wrong thing all along.”
A man looking stricken | Source: Midjourney
“Daddy?” Miranda’s voice was small but hopeful, and it shattered what was left of my heart. That one word held so much: all the years I’d missed, all the possibilities ahead.
Julia’s shoulders slumped slightly. “We can try,” she said finally. “But slowly. And at the first sign that you’re going to disappear again…”
“I won’t,” I promised. “I’ve spent eight years chasing success, thinking it would fill this empty space inside me. But standing here, looking at both of you… I finally understand what matters.”
A man appealing to someone | Source: Midjourney
Miranda launched herself at me, wrapping her arms around my waist. After a moment’s hesitation, I hugged her back.
Julia’s expression was still cautious, but there was something else there too — a tiny spark of hope that matched the one growing in my own heart.
The morning sun had burned away the last of the fog, and the sea breeze carried the sound of distant waves and seabirds. Through the open door, I could hear wind chimes singing their gentle song.
Wind chimes hanging on a porch | Source: Midjourney
My sister had been right about one thing — I had needed this break from my normal life. But instead of just finding rest, I’d found something I hadn’t even known I was missing: a chance to reclaim the family I’d almost lost forever.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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