About “The Housemaid” in a few words:

The Housemaid (2025) is a steamy psychological thriller directed by Paul Feig, adapted from Freida McFadden’s bestselling novel. It follows Millie Calloway, a young woman with a troubled past who takes a live-in housekeeper job for the posh Winchester family — only to discover that behind all that glamour lies a web of secrets, manipulation, and deadly games. Expect mystery, drama, and characters you’ll love to dissect.

Meet the characters from The Housemaid

Millie Calloway

Millie is the sort of person who notices the small things first — a crooked frame, a lost earring, the exact scent of somebody’s cologne — and then proceeds to fix them whether you asked or not. She’s fiercely practical and low-key maternal but also has this impatient, razor-sharp sarcasm that will roast you in a heartbeat (adorably, sometimes she hums show tunes while she does it — and yes she owns three aprons, no exaggeration). Loyal to a fault and stubborn as a mule, she gets things done and then forgets where she put them five minutes later, which is somehow part of her charm. There’s a steel under the softness though; people underestimate her and regret it. She’s messy in a lovable way and terrifyingly organized in a dangerous way, all at once.

Nina Winchester

Nina is polished, exacting, and a little theatrical — like someone who always has the right shade of lipstick and the wrong motives, sometimes simultaneously. She presents this ice-sculpture calm but you can tell the edges are sharp; she’s the kind of person who plans two moves ahead and then cries because the cat knocked over her succulent, which is oddly humanizing. Commanding and clever, she runs the room but will also hide in the pantry to cry for five minutes, which makes her complicated and fascinating. There’s a hunger for control under the glamour, and also this inexplicable collection of novelty teaspoons — do not ask why, she just does.

Andrew Winchester

Andrew gives off broody, tall-silent-and-terrifying vibes but is secretly an amateur clock-fixer who talks to plants, which I know sounds weird but it fits him. He’s protective to the point of stubbornness and carries guilt around like a coat he never takes off; sometimes that makes him fierce, sometimes it makes him distant. He’s quiet, reliable, and not great with feelings (he writes terrible poetry and loses the pages), which somehow makes people want to fix him. There’s a steady, grounding presence to him though — a rock that occasionally trips over his own shoelaces.

Enzo

Enzo is delightfully unpredictable — charming, a little sly, and absolutely impossible to pin down (one minute he’s wearing a suit, the next he’s in a ripped band tee and a beret, choose your vibe). He talks fast, laughs too loud, and has this soft spot for stray cats and bad coffee; he’ll steal your watch and then return it with a note that says “sorry not sorry.” Charming rogue energy but with surprising depth — he can be selfish and selfless in the same breath, which drives people crazy and keeps him interesting. Also he keeps an inconsistent accent and claims he’s allergic to small talk but will narrate your life back to you in excruciating detail, like some lovable, loquacious mystery.