Jackie Vetter

Jackie Vetter (sometimes goes by Jackie Freeman, if you’re scanning those playbills) is basically one of those people who pops up everywhere and somehow never seems out of place. Born for the stage, but, you know, not afraid of the camera either. She’s done the grind in New Orleans—sweaty, wild, unpredictable—then hustled her way through New York City, which, let’s be real, is not for the faint of heart. Now she’s landed in Montana, calling Southwest Montana home, which honestly feels like the right kind of wild after those big city stints. She’s not just sticking to one lane. Jackie’s got credits all over: theater, indie films, you’ll even spot her in commercials that run nationally and those little local ones where you’re like, “Hey, isn’t that…?” She’s one of those actors who just gets it—picks up the vibe of a scene and runs with it, whether that’s in some black-box theater, a dusty Montana set, or in front of a green screen for a national ad. Directing? Yep, she does that too, bringing the same kind of hands-on, no-nonsense energy you’d expect from someone who’s worked in cities that eat people alive. Montana’s got its own scene, and Jackie’s kind of carved out her spot in it, refusing to just fade into the mountains. She’s the type you root for because you know she’s doing it for the right reasons—passion, grit, whatever you wanna call it. Bottom line: if you’re catching a show, tuning in to a commercial, or checking out a film fest in Montana, don’t be surprised if Jackie’s name pops up. She’s just built like that.