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.
Roofer Discovered a Secret Stash Hidden in the Chimney of an Elderly Poor Woman
After decades of quiet dignity in her crumbling Victorian home, elderly Nancy reluctantly accepts help from a local roofer. But his discovery in her childhood home’s chimney forces her to confront a painful family legacy she’s kept hidden since her father’s tragic downfall.
I never meant to be the neighborhood’s guardian angel. That title came later, after everything that happened with the roof and what we found inside it. It’s funny how life works — sometimes the biggest changes come right when you think you’ve got nothing left to give.
A woman sitting on her porch | Source: Midjourney
My Victorian house on Maple Street was something special back when Daddy was alive. These days, the paint peels like sunburned skin, and the porch sags like tired shoulders.
But it’s home and has been since 1952, when Daddy first moved us in, proud as a peacock in his Sunday best.
“Nancy,” he’d say, adjusting his bow tie in the beveled glass of our front door, “remember that integrity is worth more than gold.”
A man looking in a mirror | Source: Midjourney
I’d nod, not really understanding what he meant. Not then, anyway.
The house had seen better days, just like I had. After my divorce from Thomas (“It’s not you, Nancy, it’s just… there’s someone else”) I threw myself into maintaining the place. But time has a way of wearing everything down, even determination.
Mrs. Chen from next door would sometimes bring me dumplings, worry etched on her face. “You work too hard, Nancy. Let your children help.”
A woman holding a plate of dumplings | Source: Midjourney
“No children to help,” I’d reply with a practiced smile. “Just me and the house now.”
That always earned me an extra portion of dumplings and a concerned pat on the hand.
The winter rains came early that year, finding every crack in my old roof. I stood in the kitchen, watching water drip into a collection of mixing bowls and pots, each ping like a tiny hammer on my pride.
“This just won’t do,” I muttered to myself.
A woman staring worriedly at containers filled with water | Source: Midjourney
These days, I talked to myself more often than not. Living alone will do that to you, especially after 72 years of life and one failed marriage that I try not to think about anymore.
Robert noticed me fussing with those pots one morning. He lived three doors down and had a roofing business that kept him busy enough. I’d watch him sometimes, heading out early in his white truck, tools rattling in the back.
“Ms. Nancy,” he called out, crossing my lawn. “Couldn’t help but notice you’ve got yourself a problem up there.”
A man staring up at an old house | Source: Midjourney
I straightened my cardigan, trying to look more put-together than I felt. “Oh, it’s nothing serious, Robert. Just a few drips here and there.”
He squinted up at my roof, hands on his hips. “Those ‘few drips’ are gonna turn into bigger problems if we don’t fix them. Let me help.”
“I couldn’t possibly—”
“No charge,” he interrupted, holding up a calloused hand.
A smiling man | Source: Midjourney
“Consider it payback for all those times you watched my kids when Sarah was sick.”
My throat tightened. “Truly, Robert? The cookies I baked them were payment enough?”
“Those chocolate chip cookies might’ve been worth their weight in gold,” he chuckled, “but this is different. Not every service comes with a price tag. Remember when Tommy had the flu, and you stayed up all night with him?”
I did remember.
A thoughtful woman | Source: Midjourney
Tommy had been so small then, burning with fever. Sarah was in the hospital herself, and Robert looked ready to collapse from worry.
“Ms. Nancy,” he said, his voice gentle but firm, “sometimes you gotta let people help you, the same way you’ve been helping folks around here for years.”
I wanted to argue, but the ping of another drip in my kitchen made the decision for me. “Well, if you’re sure it’s no trouble…”
A resigned woman | Source: Midjourney
The next morning, Robert showed up with his ladder and tools. The neighborhood kids gathered to watch him work, and I shooed them away with promises of fresh-baked cookies later.
“My daddy says you’re the nicest lady on the street,” little Maria Martinez declared, her braids bouncing as she skipped.
“Your daddy’s too kind,” I replied, but her words warmed something inside me that the years had chilled.
A woman talking to a girl | Source: Midjourney
I watched from below as Robert moved across my roof with the sure-footedness of someone who’d done this a thousand times before. The morning sun caught his tools, sending brief flashes of light across the yard like morse code.
“Everything okay up there?” I called out when he went quiet for too long.
“Just checking your chimney,” he shouted back. “Wait a minute… there’s something—”
The sound of brick scraping against brick made me wince. Then silence.
A woman looking up at the roof of an old house | Source: Midjourney
Soft sounds echoed down from the roof but still Robert said nothing. I was starting to grow concerned when his voice carried down.
“Ms. Nancy?” Robert’s voice had changed, gotten tighter somehow. “I think you better see this.”
He climbed down carefully, clutching something against his chest. I couldn’t make out what it was until he reached the bottom of the ladder and turned to face me. In his hands was a leather bag, dark with age and dust.
A man holding a leather bag | Source: Midjourney
My heart skipped a beat. I hadn’t seen it in years, but I recognized it immediately. I knew what was inside it, too, but I let him show me, anyway.
Gold coins glinted in the sunlight, Mama’s old jewelry sparkled, and the diamonds Daddy had invested in before everything went wrong shone like fresh snow.
Robert’s hands shook slightly. “This must be worth a fortune.”
I watched his face carefully and saw the war playing out behind his eyes.
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He had three kids at home, a mortgage to pay, and dreams he’d put on hold to keep food on the table. That bag held enough to change everything for him.
“I…” he started, then swallowed hard. “This belongs to you, Ms. Nancy. It’s your house, your family’s…”
I placed my hand over his. “You’re a good man, Robert Miller. Just like my daddy was.”
His eyes met mine, confused. “You knew about this?”
A man holding a leather bag | Source: Midjourney
I nodded, leading him to my porch swing. “Daddy hid it there before he died. He said his business partners were getting greedy, and that something didn’t feel right. He was proven right a month later when they forced him out of his own company.”
“But why didn’t you ever use it? All these years, struggling…”
I smiled, watching Mrs. Peterson’s kids playing hopscotch across the street. “Because Daddy also taught me that money isn’t what makes a life worth living. I chose to be rich in other ways.”
A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney
“Like what?” Robert asked softly, the bag heavy in his lap.
“Like Tommy’s first smile after his fever broke. Like Maria’s mother learning English in my kitchen over coffee, and watching Sarah recover and knowing I helped, even just a little.” I patted his hand. “Like having neighbors who notice when my roof leaks.”
Robert sat quietly for a moment. “I guess I can see where you’re coming from. But you can’t just leave this sitting in your chimney, Ms. Nancy. What do you want to do with it?”
A man sitting on a porch swing | Source: Midjourney
“I think,” I said slowly, “it’s time to put this money to work. The way Daddy would have wanted.”
Over the next few weeks, Robert helped me sell everything, and I distributed it among the families in my neighborhood. The Martinez family got enough to send their oldest to college.
“But Ms. Nancy,” Mrs. Martinez protested, tears in her eyes, “this is too much!”
“Education was everything to my father,” I told her. “Let’s honor that.”
Two women speaking | Source: Midjourney
The Wilsons finally got their roof fixed, too. The community center got new computers, and the playground got that safety surfacing it had needed for years. Each gift came with a story about my father, about integrity, and about community.
“You have to take some,” I insisted to Robert when it was almost gone. “For your honesty, if nothing else.”
He tried to refuse, but I wouldn’t hear of it.
An emotional man | Source: Midjourney
“Your integrity is worth more than gold,” I told him, “but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be rewarded for it.”
The neighborhood changed after that. Not in big ways — the houses were still old, and the streets still needed repair. But there was something different in the air, something that felt like hope.
One evening, as I sat on my porch watching the sunset, little Amy ran up with a handful of dandelions.
A girl holding a posy of dandelions | Source: Midjourney
“These are for you,” she said, thrusting them into my hands. “Mommy says you’re our guardian angel.”
I laughed, tucking one of the yellow flowers behind her ear. “No, sweetheart. I’m just someone who learned that the real treasure isn’t what you keep — it’s what you give away.”
“Like your cookies?” she asked seriously.
“Like my cookies,” I agreed. “And like the love that goes into making them.”
A smiling woman standing in front of her house | Source: Midjourney
As I watched her skip back home, I thought about Daddy and his lessons about integrity, Robert and his choice to be honest, and all the ways wealth can be measured.
Here’s another story: My new neighbor was making my life hell between his dawn wood chopping and that destructive dog. We were on the verge of an all-out war when his seven-year-old daughter showed up crying on my doorstep with a desperate plea for help.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
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