It’s always encouraging to see good actors continuing to get work after any “hot” streak that their careers gave them winds down. What’s unfortunate is the poor quality of the only projects with half-decent paydays that are on offer.

“Seven Snipers” is a B-movie thriller whose title tells the tale. Seven professional snipers take shots at one another, using all their stealth, guile and scope-shooting skills to stay alive. The finale in this Sandra Sibarras film is straight out of a C-Western or lesser samurai thriller — a long distance “snipe-off” to settle things once and for all.

Australian actress Radha Mitchell (“Silent Hill,” “Man on Fire,” “Melinda and Melinda”) is the anchor actor here. Even twenty years past her in-demand peak, she’s the draw that got this Australian thriller made, the best explanation for why Tim Roth and Ioan Gruffudd flew to an Oz vacation to wear the camo, tote rifles and talk tough.

“First you survive,” in this long-range murdering environment,” one growls. “Then you’ve got to live with yourself.”

Mitchell gets most of the best lines, as she’s the star — a long-retired single mom on a farm in BFE, Queensland. Her biggest problem has been maintaining discipline on her hot-to-trot teen (Annabelle Wolfe) who’d rather sneak off in a tent with her boyfriend than practice her archery or show up for school.

Then a stranger with an interest in Kris’s 130 hectare farm shows up and she sees right through him. She starts shooting and his last words confirm her suspicion.

“Long live The Dragon!”

I won’t ask “Who SAYS that sort of thing?” Because “Who WRITES crap lines like that?” (Andrew O’Keefe) is more to the point.

There was this guy from our heroine, Kris Hendrix’s past. He has “a grudge.” Now the long-retired “Voodoo Chile” (figure it out) shooter has to get “the old team” together for her and her daughter’s protection.

Father-and-son shooters (Damien Ryan and Charles Collier), a European (Bianca Wallace), a reluctant-to-get-involved professional (Pachero Mzembe) and the hardcase named “Milk” (Gruffudd) show up.

Because if The Dragon is breathing fire again and not dead as they thought, he”ll be tough to fend off. Tim Roth plays this killer with his usual never-let-us-see-the-wheels-turning professionalism.

Roth is the only player in the cast who looks like he’s handled a rifle before, even though Gruffudd never lets on this is a total novelty to him.

Watch the way young Collier carries and comports himself with a sniper rifle, holding the barrel like he’s aiming a milk pail. Mitchell doesn’t look natural with it, either. There was, one guesses, no military consultant involved with this one, nobody to tell the star to put her damned eye closer to the scope if she wants to see through it.

The “Ten Little Indians” nature of the narrative means we’ll see one shooter after another hit, go down and probably be taken out. The one novel scene O’Keefe manages is an impromptu field-autopsy/surgery.

Never seen that before — Radha Mitchell squishily poking around a dead comrade’s skull to “use the head wound to figure out Dragon’s position.” Caliber of the kill-shot, sure. But angle, distance, etc? Come on.

Mitchell and Wolfe have decent mother-daughter chemistry, as those are the best-written characters. Nothing says “teen hellion” like putting the runway-ready starlet on a motorbike.

But this is trash, and one can only hope Gruffudd and Roth got to see the sights on their off-days of this working vacay to Oz. Mitchell at least got to use her own accent and sleep at home after work.

They deserve better.

Rating: R, violence

Cast: Radha Mitchell, Annabelle Wolfe, Ioan Gruffud, Pachero Mzembe, Bianca Wallace, Damien Ryan, Charles Collier and Tim Roth

Credits: Directed by Sandra Sibarras, scripted by Andrew O’Keefe. A Well Go USA release.

Running time: 1:28