Angela Swindell

Angela Swindell’s got one of those faces you might not place right away, but then it hits you—she’s popped up in some seriously wild stuff. Pelt (2010), for one, is this chaotic horror flick where a group of hikers bite off way more than they can chew. Honestly, if you’ve ever thought camping was a bad idea, this movie will confirm all your fears in the most ridiculous (and strangely hilarious) ways. Swindell’s part? She brings this gritty, no-nonsense energy, like she’s the only one who’s actually read a survival manual while everyone else is just there for the Instagram post. Then there’s CSI: Crime Scene Investigation, which, let’s be real, is like the Olympics for actors who want to flex their dramatic chops in front of a body bag or two. Swindell’s turn on that show—she absolutely nails the procedural vibe, bouncing between snappy dialogue and those pensive looks that say, “Yeah, I just solved this murder in my head before anyone else caught on.” It’s not a massive role, but she doesn’t phone it in. She makes you believe there’s a whole backstory under the surface. Waiting for Ronald (2003) is this under-the-radar indie where everything feels slightly off-kilter in the best way. Swindell slips into her character like she’s lived in that world forever, mixing awkward silences with these little flashes of sharp humor. Not the kind of film that makes waves at the box office, but it’s the sort of performance that sticks with you, especially if you like your movies a bit weird and rough around the edges. Swindell’s got range—she’s not just a face in the crowd.