Britt Robertson

Oldest of seven kids, huh? That’s a wild setup for any movie. You just know chaos is lurking around every corner. The main character pretty much has to be the responsible one, juggling everyone’s drama while their own life takes a back seat. Every meal is a circus, privacy’s a myth, and “quiet” is something that only exists in books. Sibling rivalries? Constant. But there’s also this weird, unspoken alliance—like, no one else can mess with your family except you. The plot winds through everything from epic dinner table arguments to sneaky late-night escapes, and yeah, maybe a few heartfelt moments (even if no one actually says the sappy stuff out loud). Honestly, the oldest never gets a break, but they’re also the glue holding the madness together. It’s messy, funny, and sometimes kind of sweet—just don’t expect them to share the remote.

reference content nBeing the oldest in a family of seven siblings is wild, honestly. You’d think I’d have a fan club at home, but nah—it’s mostly me hoping they think I’m cooler than I probably am. The little ones are still at that age where TV is basically off-limits, so they have no clue about half the stuff I’ve been in. The older ones, though? I think I’ve got some street cred with them—not because I’m out here acting in movies, but just by being the go-to big sister. Like, handling chaos, sneaking them snacks, giving them advice about stuff they probably shouldn’t even be worrying about yet. At the end of the day, that “big sister” badge feels way better than any acting gig. Even if none of them ever see my movies, at least I know I’m their real-life hero, and honestly, that’s enough for me.