Around the time of her 40th birthday, Zoe Saldaña started to feel pangs of imposter syndrome. She tells me this as she pulls a piece of lint from the sole of her black tights. Minutes ago, the actor was padding down the hotel corridor barefoot, heels slung in her hand and a big black coat draped over her shoulders. It looked like the end of a heady night out for the star; in reality, it was 3pm on a weekday. But Oscars campaigning is a full-time job. And Saldaña is throwing herself in at the deep end.
Hence the hot water and lemon steaming in her cup – and the unseasonably balmy temperature in the hotel room. “I hope you don’t mind if it’s a little warm,” she apologises, upping the thermostat.
