It’s tempting to glamourise and say I’m meeting director Lenny Abrahamson for a coffee and a chat between award ceremonies. And it is true to an extent. A few nights before this I watched him accepting the BAFTA for best actress on behalf of Bree Larson. In a couple of days he’ll be flying out to LA with Monika, his wife, to attend the Academy Award ceremony. More specifically however, I’m meeting him between dropping his two kids to primary school and a check up at the family dentist. Apparently there are some things your Hollywood-style assistant just can’t do for you.
Three oscar nominations for Room, Abrahamson’s intense but life-affirming film of Emma Donoghue’s book, has certainly propelled him into a high pressure world of offers, meetings, possible projects and, yes, assistants. “You find yourself saying ‘I’ll get my assistant to call you’”, he admits. “And you say it without any irony and without trying to be a twat, because you suddenly go: I simply can’t handle the stuff I’m supposed to do!”