Claudia Cardinale is Italy’s counterpart to France’s Brigitte Bardot. She quickly rose to stardom to almost just as quickly disappear from the scene later on. Now, Claudia Cardinale celebrates her 85th birthday.
The Italian star was originally discovered at a beauty contest held in 1957 by the Unitalia film company. The “most beautiful Italian woman of Tunis” subsequently won a trip to the Venice Film Festival that was to become a decisive turning point in her life. The sultry young woman was born on April 15, 1938, in Tunis, the capital of Tunisia. Her mother was French, and her father Italian.
In 1958, Cardinale, known as CC, played her first role in “Goha” opposite Omar Sharif before being trained as an actress at the Italian Film Academy in Rome. Her talents as an actress renowned for her dauntless rambunctiousness gained her fame, and her gaze into the camera became legendary.
Famous director Luchino Visconti gave her minor roles in “Rocco and his Brothers” (1960), as well as in the historical drama “The Leopard” (1962) with Alain Delon. As she later recounted in a biographical interview, she rebuffed all of her famous film partners, Jean-Paul Belmondo, Marcello Mastroianni, Alain Delon and Burt Lancaster.
A beauty queen turned into a film diva
Cardinale is Italy’s counterpart of Brigitte Bardot. But in contrast to Bardot, Cardinale never appeared nude in a film: “I always thought it was more erotic to leave some room to imagination, hinting at things rather than showing everything,” she told the German magazine Stern in 2014.
CC achieved her breakthrough with her performance in the highly popular Italo western “Once Upon a Time in the West” (1969). The classical western directed by Sergio Leone and starring Henry Fonda and Charles Bronson was shot in Rome’s Cinecittà studios and in Spain with some scenes set in Utah’s Monument Valley. The film that flopped in the US only acquired cult status in Europe.
CC’s career already saw a downswing in the 1970s. She then turned to television films, especially entertainment films where she showed some talent as a comedian. She got her last main role in a movie in 1971 when she starred opposite her main rival, Brigitte Bardot, in the Italo western comedy “Frenchie King.”
Spending time in a jungle with Werner Herzog
Ten years later, CC starred in German director Werner Herzog’s historical film “Fitzcarraldo” (1981). Although Claudia Cardinale had a difficult time enduring the bouts of anger of her eccentric film partner Klaus Kinski, she greatly enjoyed shooting and working with director Werner Herzog: “Being in the middle of the jungle with insects all around me and nothing to eat was one of my most wonderful adventures,” she later stated.
Claudia Cardinale and other heroines of European film
Claudia Cardinale is seen as Italy’s counterpart to France’s Brigitte Bardot. The actress who became a star in the 1950s and 60s now celebrates her 85th birthday.
Claudia Cardinale
She’s the youngest of Italy’s three major female stars. Claudia Cardinale worked with outstanding directors like Luchino Visconti and Federico Fellini. She fascinated audiences with her charming smile and acting skills in westerns, among them “Once Upon a Time in the West” and “The Professionals” (pictured).
Gina Lollobrigida
One of the most highly acclaimed European stars of the 1950s and 60s was Gina Lollobrigida who was born in the East of Rome in 1927. “Lollo” even made it to Hollywood where she was equally showered with praise. In the 1970s, however, she withdrew from showbiz.
Sophia Loren
Another Italian actress, Sophia Loren, who was a few years younger than Lollo, became her fiercest rival. The mutual hatred and jealousy of the two stars was a frequent topic in tabloids. In contrast to Lollobrigida, Sophia Loren continued to perform in movies even as an older woman.
Brigitte Bardot
During the same time, another sexpot rose to stardom in France with movies like “And God Created Woman” and “Love is my Profession.” Brigitte Bardot, the superstar of the Grande Nation, withdrew from film production in the 1970s to devote herself to animal rights causes.
Catherine Deneuve
A decade later, Bardot’s compatriot Catherine Deneuve broke onto the film scene. Deneuve differed much from both Loren and Lollo by playing roles as aloof and myterious women early in her career. Deneueve’s talent as an actress guaranteed her success throughout her life.
Romy Schneider
The two decades between 1960 and 1980 were also the golden era of German-French actress Romy Schneider. Born in Vienna, she made her breakthrough in the German-speaking world as “Sissi” before moving to France. In Paris, she became one of the most charismatic and impressive actresses of European film scene. But in her private life, she was anything but lucky. She died in 1982.
Penélope Cruz
One of the most famous Europen actresses in recent decades is Spanish actress Penélope Cruz. Cruz started her career in her home country before achieving fame in other European countries and, finally, Hollywood. Her performances received a lot of acclaim, especially in films by director Pedro Almodóvar, among them “Volver” (pictured).
Irene Papas
After 1945, actresses from smaller European nations were able to conquer the hearts of audiences across Europe. One of them was Irene Papas who is also renowned as a singer in her home country, Greece. She celebrated her biggest success in “Zorba the Greek” (1964) before also working in other European countries, and in Hollywood.
Tatjana Samoilova
While films from Italy, France, Germany and England dominated the film scene during the postwar era, it should not be forgotten that eastern Europe had much to offer too. One of the biggest female stars of Russian film was certainly Tatjana Samoilova who achieved world fame with the movie “The Cranes are Flying” (1957).
Krystyna Janda
Polish actress Krystyna Janda became known in the 1970s for her performances in films by Polish director Andrzej Wajda. She then performed in international co-productions with stars like Lino Ventura. In her home country, Krystyna Janda is also known as a singer and an an author.
In 1993, CC received a Golden Lion for lifetime achievement at the Venice Film Festival to be followed in 2002 by an “honorary bear” at the Berlinale. The spirited actress performed in more than 100 films.
In 2017, CC once again drew attention at an international film festival. A photo depicting her as a young actress embellished a placard in Cannes where she had often been invited as an honorary guest. On April 15, Claudia Cardinale will turn 80. Happy birthday!
This article was originally published April 15, 2018 and updated.
I Took Our Old Couch to the Dump, but My Husband Freaked Out, Yelling, “You Threw Away the Plan?!”
When Tom’s eyes locked onto the empty space in our living room, a look of pure panic spread across his face. “Please tell me you didn’t…” he started, but it was already too late.
I’d been asking Tom to get rid of that old couch for months. “Tom,” I’d say, “when are you taking the couch out? It’s practically falling apart!”
“Tomorrow,” he’d mumble without looking up from his phone. Or sometimes, “Next weekend. I swear, this time for real.”
Spoiler alert: tomorrow never came.
Old worn out couch | Source: Midjourney
So, last Saturday, after watching that moldy piece of furniture use up half of our living room for another week, I finally snapped. I rented a truck, wrangled the thing out by myself, and took it straight to the dump. By the time I got back, I was pretty proud of myself.
When Tom got home later, he barely got past the entryway before his eyes went wide at the sight of the brand-new couch I’d bought. For a second, I thought he’d thank me, or at least smile.
But instead, he looked around, stunned. “Wait… what’s this?”
Man standing in his living room | Source: Midjourney
I smiled, gesturing at the couch. “Surprise! Finally got rid of that eyesore. It looks great, right?”
His face went pale, and he stared at me like I’d committed a crime. “You took the old couch… to the dump?”
“Well, yeah,” I said, taken aback. “You said you’d do it for months, Tom. It was disgusting!”
He gaped at me, panic flashing across his face. “Are you serious? You threw away the plan?!“
“What plan?” I asked.
He took a shaky breath, muttering to himself. “No, no, no… This isn’t happening. This can’t be happening.“
Disappointed man in his living room | Source: Midjourney
“Tom!” I interrupted, starting to feel a little panicked myself. “What are you talking about?”
He looked up at me, eyes wide with fear. “I… I don’t have time to explain. Get your shoes. We have to go. Now.”
My stomach twisted as I stood there, trying to understand. “Go? Where are we going?”
“To the dump!” he snapped, heading for the door. “We have to get it back before it’s too late.”
Couple heading out | Source: Midjourney
“Too late for what?” I followed him, bewildered. “Tom, it’s a couch. A couch with, like, mold and broken springs! What could be so important?”
He paused at the door, turning back, “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
“Try me,” I challenged, crossing my arms. “I’d like to know why you’re so desperate to dig through a pile of garbage for a couch.”
“I’ll explain on the way. Just trust me,” he said, gripping the doorknob and glancing back over his shoulder. “You have to trust me, okay?”
The way he looked at me — it sent a chill down my spine.
A couple leaving their house | Source: Midjourney
The drive to the dump was dead silent. I kept glancing at Tom, but he was laser-focused on the road, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tight. I’d never seen him like this, so completely panicked, and his silence was only making it worse.
“Tom,” I finally broke the silence, but he didn’t even flinch. “Can you just… tell me what’s going on?”
He shook his head, barely looking at me. “You’ll see when we get there.”
“See what?” I pressed, the frustration creeping into my voice. “Do you have any idea how insane this sounds? You dragged me out here for a couch. A couch, Tom!”
Couple in their car | Source: Midjourney
“I know, he muttered, eyes flicking over to me for a split second before returning to the road. “I know it sounds crazy, but you’ll understand when we find it.”
I crossed my arms, stewing in silence until we pulled up to the dump. Tom leaped out before I could say another word, sprinting toward the gate like his life depended on it.
He waved down one of the workers and, with a pleading edge in his voice, asked, “Please. My wife brought something here earlier. I need to get it back. It’s really important.”
The worker raised an eyebrow, glancing between us with a skeptical look, but something in Tom’s face must have convinced him. With a sigh, he let in. “All right, buddy. But you better move quick.”
Dumpsite | Source: Pexels
Tom darted ahead, searching the mountain of trash like a man possessed, his eyes scanning every heap as if they held priceless treasures. I felt ridiculous standing there, ankle-deep in the garbage, watching my husband dig through piles of discarded junk.
After what felt like ages, Tom’s head jerked up, eyes wide. “There!” he shouted, pointing. He scrambled over, practically throwing himself onto our old couch, which was lying sideways on the edge of a heap. Without missing a beat, he flipped it over, his hands diving into a small gap in the torn lining.
Man in a dumpsite standing next to an old couch | Source: Midjourney
“Tom, what—” I began, but then I saw him pull out a crumpled, yellowed piece of paper, delicate and worn with age. It looked like nothing—just a flimsy old paper with faded, uneven handwriting. I stared at it, completely baffled.
“This?” I asked, incredulous. “All this… for that?”
But then I looked at his face. He was staring at that paper like it was the answer to everything.
Tom’s hands were shaking, his eyes red and brimming with tears. I was frozen, unsure of what to do or say. In the five years we’d been together, I’d never seen him like this — so utterly broken, clutching that crumpled piece of paper like it was the most precious thing he’d ever held.
Man seated on an old couch reading a paper | Source: Midjourney
He took a deep breath, staring at the paper with an expression that was equal parts relief and sorrow. “This… this is the plan my brother and I made,” he finally said, his voice raw. “It’s our map of the house. Our… hideouts.”
I blinked, glancing at the paper he was holding so carefully. From here, it just looked like a scrap of faded, childlike scrawls. But when he held it out to me, his face crumbling as he handed it over, I took it and looked closer.
Woman standing next to an old couch in a dumpsite | Source: Midjourney
It was drawn in colored pencils, with wobbly handwriting and a little cartoonish map of rooms and spaces, was a layout of the house we lived in now. Labels dotted the rooms: “Tom’s Hideout” under the stairs, “Jason’s Castle” in the attic, and “Spy Base” by a bush in the backyard.
“Jason was my younger brother,” he murmured, barely able to get the words out. “We used to hide this map in the couch, like… it was our ‘safe spot.’” His voice was almost inaudible, lost in a memory that seemed to consume him.
I stared at him, struggling to piece together this revelation. Tom had never mentioned a brother before — not once.
Emotional woman talking to her husband | Source: Midjourney
He swallowed hard, his gaze somewhere far away. “When Jason was eight… there was an accident in the backyard. We were playing a game we made up.” He choked back a sob, and I could see how much it was costing him to go on. “I was supposed to be watching him, but I got distracted.”
My hand flew to my mouth, the weight of his words crashing down on me.
“He was climbing a tree… the one next to our Spy Base,” he said, a faint, bitter smile tugging at his lips. “He… he slipped. Fell from the top.”
“Oh, Tom…” I whispered, my own voice breaking. I reached out to him, but he seemed lost in the past.
Man and wife in a dumpsite | Source: Midjourney
“I blamed myself,” he continued, his voice breaking. “I still do, every day. That map… it’s all I have left of him. All the little hideouts we made together. It’s… it’s the last piece of him.” He wiped his face with his sleeve, but the tears kept coming.
I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close, feeling his pain in every sob that shook his body. It wasn’t just a couch. It was his link to a childhood he’d lost—and to a brother he could never bring back.
“Tom, I had no idea. I’m so sorry,” I said, hugging him tight.
Couple hugging in a dumpsite | Source: Midjourney
He took a shaky breath, wiping at his face. “It’s not your fault. I should have told you… but I didn’t want to remember how I messed up. Losing him… it felt like something I couldn’t ever put right.” His voice caught, and he closed his eyes for a long, silent moment.
Finally, he let out a long, steadying breath and gave a weak, almost embarrassed smile. “Come on. Let’s go home.”
The drive back was quiet, but a different kind of quiet. There was a lightness between us, as though we’d managed to bring something precious back with us, even if it was only a scrap of paper. For the first time, I felt like I understood this hidden part of him, the one he’d kept buried under years of silence.
Couple in a car | Source: Midjourney
That night, we took that yellowed, wrinkled map and placed it in a small frame, hanging it in the living room where we could both see it. Tom stood back, looking at it with something that wasn’t quite sorrowful anymore.
The shadow was still there, but softer somehow. I watched him, noticing for the first time in years that he seemed at peace.
Time passed, and the house was filled with new memories and little echoes of laughter that seemed to bring warmth to every corner.
Young family having breakfast | Source: Midjourney
A few years later, when our kids were old enough to understand, Tom sat them down, holding the framed map as he shared the story of the hideouts and “safe spots” he and Jason had created. I stood in the doorway, watching the kids’ eyes widen with wonder, drawn into this secret part of their father’s life.
One afternoon, I found the kids sprawled on the living room floor, crayons and pencils scattered around as they drew their own “map.” They looked up when they saw me, grinning with excitement.
Kids playing with crayons | Source: Midjourney
“Look, Mom! We have our own house map!” my son shouted, holding up their masterpiece. It was labeled with their own hideouts — Secret Lair in the closet, Dragon’s Lair in the basement.
Tom came over, his eyes shining as he looked at their creation. He knelt beside them, tracing the lines with a soft smile, as if they’d unknowingly given him back another small piece of what he’d lost.
“Looks like you’re carrying on the tradition,” he said, his voice full of warmth.
Our son looked up at him, his eyes bright. “Yeah, Dad. It’s our plan… just like yours.”
Man looking at his son | Source: Midjourney
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