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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My Wife Turned 50 & Suddenly Changed Her Wardrobe and Hair—I Thought She Was Cheating On Me, but Didn’t Expect This
When Miranda turned 50, everything changed: her clothes, her hair, and even her perfume. At first, I thought it was just for her birthday, but then it became a daily routine. Was she cheating on me, or was it something else entirely?
My wife, Miranda, was always the kind of woman who preferred comfort over couture. Jeans, button-downs, and her old, scuffed sneakers defined her wardrobe.
A woman in her home | Source: Midjourney
Makeup was an afterthought, and her hair, a no-nonsense cut she managed herself, rarely warranted attention. Her beauty wasn’t flashy, nor did it need to be. She looked amazing in anything.
When Miranda’s 50th birthday arrived, the transformation took my breath away — and not in the way I expected.
I sat on the edge of the living room sofa, fiddling with my watch, ready for a quiet dinner at her favorite Italian restaurant. The clatter of her heels on the hardwood floor jolted me upright.
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Heels? Miranda didn’t wear heels. I looked up, and there she was, framed by the soft glow of the hallway light.
For a moment, I couldn’t find my words.
The woman before me looked like Miranda, but polished, elevated, and entirely new. Her deep emerald green dress skimmed her figure with a sophistication I didn’t associate with her usual wardrobe.
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A pair of gold earrings caught the light, swaying subtly as she moved. Her hair was no longer styled in the simple cut she always sported but instead cascaded in soft waves down her shoulders.
“Well?” she asked, twirling slightly as if testing the hem of her dress. “What do you think?”
“You… look amazing,” I stammered.
And she did. She looked stunning, but something about the whole display unsettled me.
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It was so unlike her — the dress, the heels, even the faint but distinct perfume that lingered as she crossed the room.
“You’re overdressed for Giovanni’s,” I said lightly, hoping to ease the knot in my chest.
She laughed, smoothing the dress over her hips. “It’s my birthday. I thought I’d try something different.”
As we drove to the restaurant, I told myself Miranda was just having fun getting all dressed up. But the change didn’t stop at her birthday.
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The next morning, I found her carefully shading and applying an assortment of flesh-toned creams and powders to her face with the precision of someone who had been doing it all their life. A day later, a new set of shopping bags appeared in the closet, filled with silky blouses and tailored skirts.
Soon, her makeup routine and carefully styled hair became daily rituals. Her jeans and sneakers were relegated to the back of the closet.
Every time she walked into a room, I had to remind myself that this was my Miranda. But the growing sense of unease never left me.
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For 30 years, I had known Miranda’s patterns, her preferences, and her essence. This… wasn’t her. Or was it?
Thanksgiving was the first time we stepped into a public setting since Miranda’s transformation had taken root. She spent hours getting ready, and when she finally emerged, she was dazzling.
The moment we entered the dining room, the air shifted. Forks clinked against plates, conversations dropped mid-sentence, and all eyes turned to her.
Startled Thanksgiving dinner guests | Source: Midjourney
My mother (never one to hold back) gasped audibly, then leaned toward my father. “She looks like a different woman,” she said in what she probably thought was a whisper.
Miranda didn’t falter. She glided into the room with an ease that I envied, offering warm greetings and hugs as though nothing had changed.
Lynn, her sister, caught my eye. Her expression was a mix of curiosity and something bordering on amusement. Our twenty-something nieces and nephews who once teased Miranda for being a “plain Jane” sat slack-jawed, staring as though they were seeing her for the first time.
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I found myself hovering behind her, torn between pride and discomfort. Miranda seemed untouched by the reaction, laughing easily as she handed my mother the bottle of wine she had brought.
“Just a few slight changes,” she said with a serene smile when Mom asked about the transformation.
Her calm deflected most of the curiosity, but it did little to quiet my own. As the evening wore on, I couldn’t help but watch her. Her laugh came more freely, and she held herself with a new confidence.
A confident woman | Source: Midjourney
Was this really just about her birthday? Or was it something more?
When we finally left the party and returned home, I couldn’t keep my thoughts bottled up any longer. I waited until she’d slipped out of her heels and draped her wrap across the chair.
“Miranda,” I began hesitantly, “can we talk about… all this?”
She raised an eyebrow, amused. “All this?”
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“The dresses. The makeup. The… everything,” I said, gesturing vaguely toward her. “It’s just… sudden.”
Her expression softened, though her tone stayed light. “Don’t you like it?”
“It’s not that,” I said quickly. “You look beautiful. You always have. It’s just… different.”
She came closer, brushing her hand along my arm.
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“It’s nothing to worry about,” she said with a reassuring smile before pressing a kiss to my cheek. “I’m just trying something new.”
I wanted to believe her. But as she walked away, the subtle perfume trailing behind her, I couldn’t help but feel the space between us widening. Something had shifted, and no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t quite name it.
The unease gnawed at me. Was I losing her? Or had she simply found something — or someone — that I didn’t know about?
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Unable to let it go, I sought out Lynn the next day. Of anyone, she’d know what was going on.
Over coffee, I leaned in and asked, “Has Miranda said anything to you? About what’s… changed?”
Lynn froze mid-sip, her eyes narrowing. “Wait, you don’t know?”
My heart skipped. “Know what?”
She set her cup down and grabbed her keys. “Come on.”
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I barely had time to grab my coat before I found myself in her car, nerves jangling as we sped through town. I wanted answers, but Lynn’s silence was worse than anything she could have said.
The possibilities tore through my mind like a storm. Was Miranda leaving me? Was she sick? My chest tightened with every passing mile.
Lynn pulled into the parking lot of a sleek, modern office building.
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My brow furrowed. “Her office?” I asked, incredulous. “Why are we here?”
“Just watch,” Lynn said, her tone oddly triumphant as she led me inside.
I followed Lynn down a hallway until we reached a conference room. Through the glass walls, I saw her.
Miranda stood at the head of a table, gesturing confidently as a group of polished professionals hung on her every word.
A woman speaking in a meeting | Source: Midjourney
Her voice (assured and commanding) filtered through the door in snatches. My wife, the woman who used to avoid attention, was now the undeniable center of it.
I turned to Lynn, struggling to make sense of what I was seeing. “This… this is why?” I asked, my voice cracking.
She nodded. “She’s found her stride. She’s not just Miranda, your wife, Mom, or Mrs. Whatever. She’s stepping into something bigger.”
The door opened then, and Miranda spotted us.
A woman in a conference room | Source: Midjourney
Her confident façade faltered as she approached, her hands clasping nervously.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, her tone a mix of surprise and wariness.
“Trying to understand what’s going on with you,” I replied, the tension palpable.
She exhaled, then gestured toward the conference room. “Can we talk?”
We stepped into a quiet corner of the building.
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Miranda folded her arms, her expression equal parts defensive and vulnerable. “I didn’t mean for it to be a secret,” she began, her voice soft. “It just… happened.”
“What happened?” I pressed, my own emotions swirling.
She looked away, gathering her thoughts. “There’s a woman I work with,” she said finally. “Sylvia. She’s 53, and when I met her, I realized… I’d been holding myself back.”
I blinked, thrown off by her honesty. “Holding yourself back how?”
A man speaking to someone | Source: Midjourney
“By thinking it was too late for me to grow, to be more than what I’ve always been.” Her eyes met mine, steady now. “Sylvia showed me that I could still be vibrant, that I didn’t have to fade into the background just because I’m older.”
“So this isn’t about…” I trailed off, embarrassed to finish the thought.
“An affair? No.” Her laugh was soft but tinged with sadness. “This is about me, not about leaving you.”
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Her words hit me like a balm and a slap all at once. I’d been so wrapped up in my insecurities that I’d forgotten who Miranda really was: a woman capable of surprising me, even after thirty years.
“I thought you were slipping away,” I admitted, my voice thick.
Her hand found mine, warm and familiar. “I’m not going anywhere,” she said. “But I need you to understand I’m doing this for me. And I need you to support me.”
An earnest woman | Source: Midjourney
I nodded, the knot in my chest loosening. “I can do that.”
The drive home felt lighter. Miranda’s transformation wasn’t just a shift in appearance; it was a declaration.
And as we pulled into the driveway, I realized something profound: her growth didn’t threaten our love. It deepened it.
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Together, we walked inside, hand in hand. The future, it seemed, was as bright and surprising as Miranda herself.
Here’s another story: Growing up, Mom had one unbreakable rule: never touch her closet. I never understood why, and she never explained. After she passed, I came home to pack up her things. I finally opened the forbidden closet, but what I found there left me questioning everything I thought I knew.
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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