New York Film Festival was the only sane place for Rebecca Miller to premiere her superb five-part documentary on the life and work of Martin Scorsese. Mr Scorsese – coming your way on Apple TV+ – throbs to the city’s beats throughout. Miller gathers together the director’s old chums from Little Italy. Clips from Mean Streets, Taxi Driver and Goodfellas illustrate New York’s pungent flavours and varied colours.

As it worked out, this year’s festival turned out to be a family affair. A few days before we speak, Miller strode the red carpet for the world premiere of Anemone, a rugged drama directed by Ronan Day-Lewis, her son, and starring Daniel Day-Lewis, her husband of 29 years. That feels like pressure. Ronan is making his feature debut. Daniel is returning to acting after a seven-year hiatus.

“It was lovely,” she says. “It was such an amazing coincidence that my premiere for this is in the same section of the festival as them. It’s wonderful. I feel very, very proud.”

I noticed that, at the premiere, the older Day-Lewis, whose father, the poet Cecil Day-Lewis, was born in Laois, wore a brooch in the shape of a harp on his lapel. The family has, of course, spent much of the past 30 years in and about Co Wicklow. They have discreetly become an institution.

How much time to they spend there?

“It really depends,” she says. “Every year is different. Sometimes many months. Sometimes it’s fewer. It really depends on work and kids and who’s doing what. But Daniel’s heart is in Ireland, so we have to go as much as possible.