Claire O’Neill

Claire O’Neill’s filmography reads like a playlist you keep spinning because every track slaps in its own weird way. She pops up in “The Substance” (2024), which, honestly, is a fever dream of a movie—think body horror with a side of neon-lit existential dread. If you’re into stories that make you question your own skin, you’ll probably dig it. The film doesn’t hold your hand. It just throws you into this wild ride with a protagonist who’s unraveling in ways you don’t see coming. The visuals? Off the charts. It’s got that sticky, unsettling vibe that lingers after the credits roll. Jump back to “Rebecca” (2020), and you get a completely different flavor. This one’s all gothic shadows, haunted corridors, and secrets tucked into velvet-lined rooms. O’Neill plays a supporting role, but she brings this sharp edge—like she knows something everyone else is too afraid to say out loud. The movie leans hard into atmosphere, and O’Neill just gets it. Then there’s “Last Night in Soho” (2021). This flick? It’s a neon-soaked trip through time, bouncing between the swinging ‘60s and the not-so-glamorous present. O’Neill’s character isn’t front and center, but she adds something you can’t quite put your finger on—a little bit of grit, a little bit of mystery. The movie itself is all style and mood, but it’s got teeth. Claire O’Neill’s roles aren’t always huge, but she manages to leave a mark—like a thumbprint on a foggy window.