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.
A 6-Year-Old Boy in a Shelter Noticed a Poor Teenage Girl Watching Him Through the Fence Every Day
Every day at the shelter, six-year-old Mike, who didn’t know his parents had died, waited for them to come back. One day, he noticed a poor teenage girl standing outside the fence, silently watching him. He didn’t know it yet, but she wasn’t just watching him — she was WAITING for him.
Mike was only four when his life had shattered in ways no child should ever experience. He had spent that day at the neighbor’s house, playing with blocks and eating peanut butter sandwiches, completely unaware that it would be the last normal day of his life.
When the crash happened, he wasn’t there to hear the screech of tires or the crumpling of metal. He didn’t see the flashing red and blue lights that lit up the dark street. He didn’t feel the weight of the world shifting beneath him when his parents were declared dead.
A sad little boy holding an elephant plushie | Source: Midjourney
All he knew was that later that night, the neighbor — a kind but visibly shaken woman — took his small hand and said, “You’ll be staying with me tonight, okay, sweetheart?”
He’d nodded, clutching his stuffed elephant, Jumbo. “Where are Mommy and Daddy?”
“They’ll be back soon,” she’d whispered, her voice trembling as she offered a silent apology he’d never hear.
“But I want them now,” Mike’s lower lip quivered. “They always tuck me in. Daddy does the funny voices for my bedtime story.”
The neighbor pulled him close, her tears threatening to fall. “I know, sweetheart. I know.”
A woman embracing a heartbroken little boy | Source: Unsplash
“Can you call them?” Mike asked, his small fingers gripping his elephant tighter.
The neighbor’s breath caught in her throat. “Not tonight, honey. How about I read you a story instead?”
“No. I want Mommy and Daddy to come back for me,” Mike sobbed, his eager eyes glued to the front gate, as if willing them to appear.
But they didn’t come back. Not that night, not the next day… not ever.
Mike didn’t remember much from the days that followed, except that the neighbor’s house felt cold and strange. People he didn’t know came and went, speaking in hushed tones and avoiding his wide, questioning eyes. And then, one day, a lady with soft brown curls and a kind smile arrived. Her name was Brenda, and she was the one who took him to the shelter.
A little boy standing outside a shelter | Source: Midjourney
Time fluttered by like leaves on the breeze, but Mike’s hope of seeing his parents again never dwindled.
“Will my Mommy and Daddy really come for me?” he asked again, the same question he’d been asking Brenda every day for the past two years.
Mike’s big blue eyes stared up at her with so much hope that it made her chest tighten. She knelt down to meet his gaze, smoothing back a lock of his golden brown hair.
“I really believe they will,” she said softly, even though the truth clawed at the back of her throat.
Mike’s face lit up with a grin. “I believe it too!” he chirped, then bolted across the yard to join the other kids playing ball.
“Wait!” he suddenly stopped and ran back to her. “What if they come while I’m playing? What if they can’t find me?”
A desperate little boy looking up at someone | Source: Midjourney
Brenda’s heart shattered. “Don’t worry, sweetie. I’ll make sure they find you.”
“Promise?” His small hand reached for hers.
“I promise,” she whispered, squeezing his hand gently. “Now go play.”
Brenda stood there for a moment, swallowing hard. She hated this part of her job. Watching these kids cling to hope that would never be fulfilled — it broke her in ways she couldn’t even explain. But what else could she do? Tell him the truth that his parents would never come? No. He was too young.
A sad woman lost in deep thought | Source: Midjourney
Mike adjusted quickly to life at the shelter. He laughed, played, and made friends easily. But at night, when the other kids fell asleep, he’d sit by the window clutching his stuffed elephant, his small face pressed against the glass.
“Mommy, Daddy,” he’d whisper, as if they could somehow hear him. “When are you coming to take me home? I miss you.”
One particularly difficult night, his whispers turned to quiet sobs. “I’ll be really good, I promise. I won’t ask for any toys or candy. Please come back.”
Brenda tucked him back into bed, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. She sat beside him, stroking his hair until he drifted off, all the while wishing she could give him the comfort he so desperately needed.
A distressed little boy lying in bed with his plushie | Source: Midjourney
“Miss Brenda?” he mumbled sleepily.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“Do you think they forgot about me?”
Her hand froze mid-stroke. “Oh, Mike… No one could ever forget you.”
“Then why haven’t they come?” His voice was so small and broken.
Brenda gathered him in her arms, rocking him gently. “Sometimes, everything happens for a reason we can’t understand. But that doesn’t mean you’re not loved.”
Close-up shot of a woman holding a little boy’s hand | Source: Pixabay
By the time Mike turned six, he had become a bit of a bright spot at the shelter. He had a way of lifting everyone’s spirits, from the kids to the staff. But no one missed the way his smile faltered when the older kids were picked up by foster families or adopted.
“Do you think my parents will come today?” he’d ask Brenda, his voice full of the same innocent hope. And she’d answer the same way every time: “I really believe they will.”
Days passed. One warm spring afternoon, Mike noticed her for the first time. He was in the middle of kicking a ball around with a group of kids when something made him look toward the fence. There she was — a teenage girl, around 16, standing just outside the chain-link barrier.
A teenage girl standing near a fence | Source: Midjourney
She wasn’t like the other adults who sometimes stopped to watch. She didn’t have that pitying look people got when they saw the kids in the yard. She just… stared at Mike. Quiet. Focused.
Her clothes were old and tattered, her hair messy and unkempt. But her eyes — they were dark and intense, locked on Mike like she knew him. He stopped kicking the ball. For a moment, the world around him seemed to fade as he stared back at her.
“Mike!” one of the kids yelled, breaking his focus. “Come on, we’re losing!”
“Who is she?” Mike whispered to himself, unable to look away.
He shook his head, snapped out of the moment, and went back to playing. But when he glanced back at the fence, she was still there.
A curious boy staring at someone | Source: Midjourney
The girl became a constant visitor. Every afternoon, like clockwork, she’d show up at the same spot outside the fence, watching Mike as he played. She never said a word, never tried to approach him. She just stood there.
One day, another child noticed her too. “Mike, that girl keeps looking at you. Do you know her?”
The question hit him like a punch to the gut. “No,” he said, but he wasn’t entirely sure.
Mike never told anyone about her. A part of him was curious, but another part was scared to find out who she was and why she was there.
Eventually, Mike was placed with the Smiths. They were a kind middle-aged couple who didn’t have kids of their own. They did their best to make him feel at home, decorating his new room with posters of superheroes and giving him a soccer ball to play with in the backyard.
A kind couple hugging a little boy | Source: Pexels
“Do you like your room, Mike?” Mrs. Smith asked nervously on his first night.
He nodded, clutching his stuffed elephant. “It’s nice. Thank you.”
“We can change anything you don’t like,” Mr. Smith added quickly. “We want you to feel at home here.”
Mike’s eyes welled up unexpectedly. “Can I… can I keep my elephant?”
Mrs. Smith rushed to his side. “Oh, sweetheart, of course you can! This is your home now, and everything in it is yours.”
At first, Mike was shy around them, but over time, he opened up. He started calling them “Mom” and “Dad,” though a part of him still clung to the memories of his real parents.
A heartbroken boy looking outside the window | Source: Midjourney
One day, during a quiet moment with Mrs. Smith, Mike (now 8 years old), asked the question he had avoided for years.
“Did my parents really die?”
Her face softened as she pulled him into her lap. “Yes, sweetheart. I’m so sorry.”
“I kept waiting,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “Every single day at the shelter, I waited. I overheard you talking to Dad… about the car crash. Why didn’t anyone tell me the truth?”
“Oh, Mike…” Mrs. Smith held him tighter.
Mike buried his face in her shoulder, sobbing quietly. It was the first time he truly understood what had happened, and the weight of it crushed him.
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For the next two years, Mike found stability with the Smiths. But no matter how good they were to him, there was always a part of him that felt incomplete.
Mike was ten when he returned to the shelter for the first time since leaving. The Smiths had told him they wanted to donate some of his old clothes and toys, and he’d insisted on coming along.
Walking through the front doors brought back a flood of memories. The smell of the place, the sound of kids laughing in the yard — it was all so familiar.
“Mike?” a familiar voice called out. “Is that really you?”
Miss Brenda greeted him with a warm smile, pulling him into a tight hug. “You’ve grown so much, young man!” she said, brushing a tear from her cheek.
A boy in the corridor | Source: Midjourney
“Miss Brenda!” Mike hugged her back fiercely. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too, sweetheart. Are you happy? The Smiths are treating you well?”
Mike nodded enthusiastically. “They’re really nice. But…” he hesitated. “I still think about before. About my parents.”
Brenda’s eyes softened with understanding. “That’s okay, Mike. That’s perfectly normal.”
As they caught up, one of the staff members poked her head into the room. “Brenda, can you come here for a second?”
Brenda glanced at Mike. “Wait here, sweetheart. I’ll be right back.”
A woman looking at someone and smiling | Source: Midjourney
Mike wandered the room, looking at the photos on the walls. Then, the door opened, and Brenda stepped back in.
“Mike, there’s someone here to see you,” she said gently.
He frowned. “Who?”
When the door opened wider, his heart stopped.
There she was. The same girl from the fence.
She looked different now — older, taller, and more vibrant. Her hair was clean, her clothes neat and well-fitted. But her eyes were the same, dark and intense, locked on him like they had been all those years ago.
A young woman smiling at someone | Source: Midjourney
“Who are you?” Mike asked.
The girl stepped forward, her hands clasped nervously in front of her. “My name is Angela,” she said softly. “I… I’m your sister.”
Mike’s eyes widened. “What?” He stumbled backward slightly. “No, that’s… that’s not possible.”
Angela took a deep breath, her voice trembling as she spoke. “Your father… he was my father too. From his first marriage.”
“Stop,” Mike whispered, shaking his head. “You’re lying. Why are you lying?”
“I’m not lying, Mike,” Angela’s voice cracked. “I’ve been watching over you for years. You were always playing with that stuffed elephant. You used to wear a blue t-shirt almost every day. You taught the younger kids how to play soccer.”
Mike’s heart raced as he tried to make sense of her words. “But… I never knew I had a sister.”
A shocked boy | Source: Midjourney
“You didn’t,” Angela said, her voice breaking. “Your father left me and my mom when I was ten. He never told you about us. We had nothing after he left… no money, no home. My mom died a few years ago. And after that, I was on my own.”
Tears welled up in her eyes. “One day, I saw Dad with you and your mom. I followed you, and that’s how I found out you were my little brother. After the accident… after they died, I found out you were here. I watched you every day, Mike. I wanted to come for you, but I had nothing to give you. I wasn’t ready.”
“All those days at the fence…” Mike’s voice trembled. “That was you?”
Angela nodded, wiping away tears. “I couldn’t leave you alone. I couldn’t.”
An emotional woman | Source: Midjourney
Mike’s chest felt tight as he listened, his hands clenching at his sides. “Why didn’t you talk to me? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“I was scared,” Angela admitted. “But I made a promise to myself that I’d work hard, get a job, and save enough to take care of you. I’ve been working as a waitress, saving every penny I could. And now… I’m here to take you home.”
Mike stared at her, his emotions swirling. “I thought I was alone. When I found out my parents were gone, I thought I didn’t have anyone.”
“You were never alone,” Angela choked out. “Every day, every single day, I was there. Watching. Waiting. Hoping I could be good enough for you.”
Mike took a step forward, then another. “You… you really want me?”
“More than anything in the world,” Angela sobbed. “You’re my little brother, Mike. You’re my family.”
A boy overwhelmed with emotions | Source: Midjourney
Mike burst into tears and ran into her arms. Angela pulled him into a hug, both of them crying as years of grief and loneliness poured out of them.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispered into his hair. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t come sooner.”
“You’re here now,” Mike mumbled against her shoulder. “You’re here now.”
Angela got custody of Mike a few months later. The process wasn’t easy, but she somehow convinced the Smiths and fought for Mike’s custody with everything she had.
Grayscale shot of a woman walking with a boy on a rainy day | Source: Pexels
The first night in their small and cozy apartment, Mike looked around at the modest space adorned with a worn couch, a small kitchen, and a secondhand bed. He smiled.
“It’s perfect,” he said.
“Are you sure?” Angela asked nervously. “It’s not much. Nothing like what the Smiths could give you…”
Mike turned to her, his eyes serious. “But it’s ours, right?”
“Yes,” Angela’s voice cracked. “It’s ours.”
She sat beside him, brushing his hair back. “We don’t have much, but we have each other. That’s enough, right?”
Mike nodded, clutching his stuffed elephant — the last reminder of his old life. “It’s more than enough.”
A boy clutching an elephant plushie | Source: Midjourney
“I promise you, Mike,” Angela whispered, pulling him close. “From now on, you’ll never have to wonder if someone’s coming back for you. I’m here. And I’m staying. Always.”
Mike snuggled into her side, finally feeling complete. “I know,” he said softly. “I can feel it.”
That night, for the first time in years, Mike didn’t sit by the window waiting for someone to come. He didn’t need to anymore. His family was already there. Beside him.
Night view of a cottage window from a breathtaking garden | Source: Midjourney
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