This is a film so concerned with achieving the appearance of quality that it casts people like Philip Seymour Hoffman, Jeffrey Wright and Amanda Plummer in thin,
thankless roles when a cast of unknowns would have been just as effective.
Not exact matches
While Rachel Griffiths appears in an utterly
thankless role, Hugo Weaving scores the only authentic non-combat sequence as a father who breaks down at the dinner table
when he learns his elder son has enlisted.
It's a
thankless role, really, especially
when the sage mentor becomes the man whose instructions drive an inevitable training montage before an equally inevitable final match.