Carole Baraton

Carole Baraton’s film credits pack a punch, honestly. She’s been tied to some truly wild stuff—Swallow (2019) is a perfect example. That film? It’s not your basic drama. It throws you headfirst into the life of a young woman dealing with all sorts of pressure, and then she starts swallowing dangerous objects. It’s unsettling, a little bizarre, and you can’t look away. The tension is thick, and the way it explores obsession, control, and isolation? Super intense, kind of like an art-house horror trip. Then there's Revenge (2017), which, let’s be real, isn’t for the faint of heart. It’s a brutal, sun-drenched revenge thriller that flips a lot of tired genre tropes on their head. The violence is stylized, the visuals are wild, and the story just doesn’t let up. You end up rooting for the main character in ways you didn’t expect. It’s gory, but not in a cheap way—there’s actual substance behind all the blood and sweat. And Four Lions (2010)? Man, talk about a curveball. That movie’s a dark comedy about a group of wannabe terrorists, but it’s sharp and weirdly hilarious. It manages to be both absurd and deeply human, poking fun at extremism while never losing sight of the characters’ ridiculous sincerity. It’s got this dry British humor—awkward, biting, and honestly, kind of brilliant. Baraton’s track record? Definitely not cookie-cutter. Every project she touches seems to bring something unexpected, edgy, or just plain gutsy.