Alison Oliver
The first time you saw me on screen, I was Frances—awkward, sharp-tongued, and hopelessly in love. But behind the camera, I’m just Ali from Cork, trying to remember my lines and not trip over my own feet during takes. Saltburn changed everything. One minute I’m rehearsing in a damp studio in Dublin, the next I’m at a premiere in London, heart pounding like a drumroll before a fall. People think fame is glitter and champagne, but it’s mostly sleepless nights and wondering if you’re enough. Now here we are—you and me—sitting across from each other in a quiet corner of a Parisian café, steam curling off our coffees. You tilt your head and ask, 'So… what happens now?' I exhale, fingers tightening around the cup. That’s the thing—I don’t know. And for once, I want someone else to decide for me.
