All 10 Best MyAnna Buring Movies Ranked (Best to Worst)

Neil Marshall’s subterranean shocker remains an undisputed landmark of twenty-first-century British horror. Trapping six women inside an unmapped Appalachian cavern system, the film weaponizes sensory deprivation, claustrophobia, and escalating psychological friction long before its blind humanoid horrors emerge from the darkness. The physical staging is relentless, turning jagged rock faces and suffocating crawlspaces into visceral instruments of dread. Playing medical student Sam, Buring grounds the group dynamic with crucial level-headedness and emotional clarity. Her practical intelligence offers a stark contrast to Sarah’s fracturing sanity, providing early narrative ballast before the crimson chaos erupts. It was the breakout turn that put her firmly on the global genre map.

Ben Wheatley’s bruising genre hybrid starts as a fractured kitchen-sink drama before mutating into a merciless contract-killer thriller and, ultimately, occult nightmare fuel. Built on jarring tonal dissonance and improvised domestic volatility, the picture captures the lingering rot of military trauma with cold, dread-soaked realism. As Shel, the ex-soldier’s flinty wife who harbors her own calculated lethal instincts, Buring delivers arguably the most ferocious, layered performance of her career. She matches Neil Maskell’s brooding unraveling step for step, injecting the volatile suburban home with palpable menace and steel-jawed resolve. It stands as an essential modern British indie triumph that cemented her dramatic range.

Gavin Hood’s docudrama approaches the build-up to the 2003 Iraq War not as an explosive espionage thriller, but as an austere, legally suffocating moral crisis. Tracking GCHQ translator Katharine Gun’s decision to leak a memo regarding illegal NSA surveillance, the film succeeds through methodical procedural pacing and quiet civic fury. The ensemble operates with dry, unshowy British precision, allowing the sheer institutional corruption to supply the tension. Within this sprawling institutional chess match, Buring steps into the role of Jasmine with understated discipline. She subtly bolsters the perimeter of Gun's embattled circle, offering calibrated, grounded support that reinforces the human cost of political truth-telling.

Gerard Johnson’s sophomore feature drenching the corrupt underbelly of London policing in sickening neon hues and droning synthesizer scores is an unapologetically dirty slice of modern noir. Centered on an amoral vice cop spiraling out of control amid brutal Albanian and Turkish turf wars, the film trades in grim atmosphere, ethical rot, and unsettling physical brutality. Amidst the relentless parade of masculine rot, Buring supplies a crucial stabilizing counterweight as Lisa. Her world-weary delivery and weary gaze convey decades of compromised morality without requiring reams of exposition, illustrating her exceptional ability to inject authentic texture into aggressively bleak, stylized crime environments.

Operating as a shameless, high-octane collision of Mad Max, Escape from New York, and medieval siege epics, Neil Marshall’s chaotic viral-outbreak actioner refuses to pump the brakes. Set against a quarantined, cannibal-infested Glasgow and isolated feudal fortresses, the production gleefully indulges in practical stunt work, exploding heads, and unabashed B-movie adrenaline. Buring arrives during the Scottish castle sequence as Cally, the fierce daughter of Malcolm McDowell's renegade feudal lord. While the role is brief, she brings feral gravity and athletic conviction to a breakneck fantasy-thriller setting, proving her innate comfort inside unabashedly wild genre storytelling.

Extreme pressure, pitch-black water, and ticking clocks define this high-stakes dramatization of a commercial deep-sea saturation diving crisis. The narrative strips away standard disaster melodrama, relying instead on industrial authenticity, acoustic claustrophobia, and the raw terrors of hyperbaric isolation hundreds of feet beneath the North Sea. The tension mounts through tactical communications and desperate surface-control logistics. Buring handles her screen time with brisk professional poise, anchoring the onshore emotional panic and high-pressure operational response. Her presence supplies the human pulse to an otherwise mechanical, high-concept survival scenario, executing precise character beats in limited screen time.

Strip away the polished fantasy gloss, and this breezy behind-the-scenes chronicle exposes the massive industrial machinery behind bringing Andrzej Sapkowski’s sprawling continent to life. From sprawling stunt choreography to elaborate creature design, the documentary provides illuminating access to the technical craft powering high-budget streaming epics. While fundamentally promotional, the retrospective gives dedicated space to the actors who forged the show's identity. Buring's articulate reflections on playing the stern sorceress Tissaia de Vries highlight her intellectual approach to high-fantasy archetypes, revealing the nuanced emotional discipline that made her maternal yet ruthless mentor figure a standout across the series.

High altitudes meet corporate sabotage in this vertigo-inducing chase thriller about a scientist fleeing deadly operatives across suspended mountain terrain. While the premise hinges heavily on physical dread and sheer kinetic survival, the pacing occasionally sags when retreating to boilerplate corporate espionage tropes. Still, the outdoor stunt work provides genuine dizzying thrills. Buring approaches the material with total earnestness, resisting the urge to wink at the pulpy contrivances. She carries the physical burden of fear and desperation credibly, lending legitimate dramatic weight and survivalist grit to an uneven, stripped-back indie exercise.

Formulaic disaster tropes run rampant in this made-for-television romp about an apocalyptic super-volcano threatening to turn Yellowstone National Park into a fiery grave. Between dodgy CGI lava plumes and absurd pseudo-scientific solutions involving plugging magma chambers, the film delivers prime late-night cable cheese. It is shamelessly ridiculous from start to finish. Yet Buring approaches her role as Claire with surprising professionalism, treating the impending geological apocalypse with a straight face that single-handedly preserves the film's basic watchability. Her earnest delivery elevates silly plot contrivances into harmless Saturday-afternoon creature-feature fun.

Saddled with an excruciating title and an avalanche of juvenile British lad-culture gags, this horror-comedy misfire squanders a promising gothic-satire premise on dated innuendo and limp slapstick. Despite atmospheric woodland lighting and a game supporting cast, the comedic rhythm consistently falls flat under the weight of vulgar, repetitive punchlines. Buring plays Lotte, the foreign student caught in the crosshairs of an ancient curse, and she easily emerges as the most charming element on screen. Her sharp timing and grounded naturalism outclass the chaotic script, even if the surrounding project remains an undeniable low-water mark in her genre output.