Russell Crowe for the sexy, but uncaring Groundsman in Master of Madhouse

As an author, I sometimes wonder who would best play the roles in my novels.

I recently watched an enjoyable comedy called The Nice Guys. In the movie was this actor I like, but I've never taken the time to find out his name. I was thinking he'd make a fabulous groundsman in Master of Madhouse, because he can pull off sexy, older man who can handle a gun and get things done, but who appears to have no empathy for others, yet you just know, underneath all that Molson muscle, a warm heart beats.

So, I look up the unknown actor and surprise! It's Russell Crowe.

Before you judge me as a complete celebrity granite, I want to assure you I know who Russell Crowe is! Apparently, I just can't recognize the man when he's acting. I hesitate to assume my inability to recognize Crowe is due to the fact that he's a great character actor, because he generally portrays a kind of quiet, brooding man who can get things done. So, why? Why can't I recognize him.

To find out , I watched a few of his movies in a row, and here's how he's been hiding out on me:
~~Cinderella Man (New Jersey accent, he actually smiles)
~~Robin Hood (English accent, I don't think he smiles)
~~The Nice Guys (American accent, a half-smile, maybe)

So, there you have it. He changes his accent, and so I never think he's the same guy. LOL I fool easy.

Seriously, the only conclusion I came to in my research was that if Russell Crowe is in the film, it's probably a good movie.

Disclaimers:
*Yes, I'm aware New Joisey's in America
*Yes, I'm aware Russell Crowe doesn't need to smile
*Yes, I now know his name is spelt with two LLs.
*Yes, I'm aware Crowe turned down the roles of Logan/Wolverine and Aragorn in Lord Of the Rings.
What? What a loss. But I wouldn't have known it was him anyways because in Wolverine he'd be talking like a Canadian, and in LoT, he'd be speaking Elvish.
*Yes, I'm aware I'm a Canadian

When you read Master of Madhouse and make sure you give the groundsman Crowe's voice.


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I knew her type. She was from a kick-hill house. Whoever was on the bottom got kicked by everybody, and whoever was on the top could kick the rest. It’s why she took my beating. I was stronger, so I had the right to hit her. The logic was terrifyingly simple.
“I asked you a question,” I said with more threat.
As I expected, she caved. “He’s the groundsman.”
She started up the next step, and I grabbed the back of her shift to buy myself more breathing time. “What does the groundsman do?” I asked between puffs.
“He keeps the poachers away and manages the master’s game,” she snarled and slapped my hand away.
“Game… like some sort of chess game?”
She laughed in scorn and I took it. I could give her this.
“Game meat, what you hunt and eat,” she said slowly, as if she were talking to a simpleton.
And really, she was. I came from the land of grocery stores where “game” was killed, cleaned and packaged long before I had to see it.
Game meat. The words sunk in.
“Am I game?” I whispered looking back down the wooden stairs behind me.
She snickered, letting me know she and I were equals in the kick-hill. I wasn’t on top. Gräfen was, and we were all below him.
“Wouldn’t want to be you,” she said in a warning voice, and continued up the never-ending staircase.
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