Catherine Deneuve: The 60s Icon Who Still Stuns the World With Her Timeless Beauty

It’s been nearly sixty years since 24-year-old Catherine Deneuve and her older sister Françoise Dorléac starred as twins in *The Young Girls of Rochefort*.

The movie, which also featured a young Gene Kelly, was the last film the sisters made together. Deneuve went on to become internationally famous, while Françoise’s life and career were tragically cut short.

Born into an acting family, Deneuve, now 79, made her first appearance in the 1957 French movie *The Twilight Girls*. Her big break came in 1960 when she starred in *The Umbrellas of Cherbourg*, a romantic musical that highlighted her French style and innocence, launching her into stardom. This was just the beginning of many films she would make with director Jacques Demy.

Her talent for dramatic roles caught the eye of legendary director Roman Polanski, who cast her in the psychological thriller *Repulsion*. Deneuve’s brilliant performance as Carol, a mentally troubled woman, earned her the nickname “ice maiden.” This image was solidified in her next film, *Belle de Jour*, where she played a housewife who secretly works as a prostitute—a role that won her awards and global fame.

In 1963, Deneuve became a mother, having a son with French screenwriter Roger Vadim. She later had the chance to star alongside her older sister, Françoise Dorléac, in the 1967 musical *The Young Girls of Rochefort*. The two sisters were very close, and with their similar looks, playing twins in the movie felt natural.

But just three months after *Rochefort* was released, tragedy struck. Françoise, at only 25, died in a car accident, a moment Deneuve describes as the most painful in her life.

“The day I lost my sister, I lost my joy of living… it is the most painful thing I have experienced,” she shared in an interview with *Paris Match*, a French weekly magazine.

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The loss of her sister didn’t slow down Catherine Deneuve, who became the epitome of 1960s glamor, often seen as a femme fatale wrapped in Yves Saint Laurent.

Deneuve, known as the face of French cinema, has appeared in over 120 films throughout her 60-year career. Reflecting on how the industry has changed, Deneuve explained, “Human nature is vast. There are roles more suited to people of my generation. As you age, it’s the same in life—you gain experience and play characters you couldn’t when you were 30.” She added, “It’s hard to find the right path. You can age better in Europe than in America. But women today look younger than they did 50 years ago. Back then, a 50-year-old woman looked her age. Now, not so much.”

Despite her worldwide fame, Deneuve has mostly starred in French films, with only a few roles in English-language films.

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Catherine Deneuve explained why she mostly supports French cinema, saying, “I feel very French, but I speak Italian and English, so I feel very European. However, I don’t feel close to English people. Even though England is not far, their sensibility and character are very different.” She added, “I feel closer to Spanish or Italian people because the Latin character is different from the Anglo-Saxon one. We have different educations and cultures.”

Some of her English-speaking roles include *The April Fools* with Jack Lemmon (1969), *Hustle* with Burt Reynolds (1973), *March or Die* with Gene Hackman (1977), and the 1983 cult classic *The Hunger*, where she played a lesbian vampire alongside David Bowie and Susan Sarandon.

In 1972, Deneuve divorced British photographer David Bailey, whom she married in 1965 after meeting at a Playboy shoot. Their wedding guests included Mick Jagger. From 1970 to 1974, she was in a relationship with Italian film icon Marcello Mastroianni, with whom she had a daughter in 1972.

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In 1980, Catherine Deneuve delivered an award-nominated performance in *The Last Metro*, starring alongside another famous French actor, Gérard Depardieu. This marked the beginning of a successful collaboration, as they would appear in 15 films together.

Deneuve mentioned that she and Depardieu have similar work styles, saying, “We are both instinctive actors. We prefer to arrive on set and figure things out in the moment rather than rehearse ahead of time.”

In the 1990s, Deneuve received an Oscar nomination and a César Award (France’s national film award) for her role in the French period drama *Indochine*. The film, released in 1992, also won an Oscar for Best Foreign Language Film.

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The 2000s introduced Catherine Deneuve to new roles, including the award-winning musical drama *Dancer in the Dark*, where she starred alongside the unique Icelandic singer Björk. In 2010, she reunited with Gérard Depardieu for the eighth time in the film *Potiche*.

After appearing in the 2019 film *The Truth* with Ethan Hawke and Juliette Binoche, Deneuve was filming the French movie *Peaceful* when she was hospitalized due to a stroke. Although her family described it as a “very limited” ischemic stroke, production on the film was delayed until July 2020, when the then 76-year-old actress was able to return. Deneuve, who had smoked since she was 16, finally quit after her month-long hospital stay.

Honored with a lifetime achievement award at the 2022 Venice Film Festival, the French icon, who celebrates her 80th birthday this year, continues to thrive, and we look forward to seeing her in many more films!

My Neighbor Egged My Car Over Halloween Decorations—You Won’t Believe His Reason

I was beyond exhausted—the kind of tired that makes you question if you’ve brushed your teeth or remembered to feed the dog.

Ever since the twins were born, my days had blurred into a never-ending cycle of diaper changes, feeding schedules, and sleepless nights. The last thing I needed was another problem to deal with. But when I stepped outside that morning, I found my car completely covered in eggs.

At first, I thought it was a random prank. Who wouldn’t? Halloween was around the corner, and maybe some kids had gotten a little too excited. I sighed, too tired to even be upset, and grabbed a sponge and bucket, ready to clean up the mess.

But just as I started scrubbing, my neighbor Brad came strutting over with that smug grin of his.

“That was me,” he said, almost proudly. “Your car was ruining the view of my Halloween decorations.”

I blinked at him, trying to process his words through the fog of exhaustion. My car? Ruining his view? His ridiculous display of plastic skeletons, fake cobwebs, and oversized pumpkins?

Furious, but too tired to even start an argument, I just nodded, biting back the urge to say something I might regret. I didn’t have the energy for a confrontation, but in that moment, I silently promised myself that I’d find a way to teach Brad a lesson.

He had no idea who he was messing with.

Don’t get me wrong, Lily and Lucas were my sweet little babies, but taking care of two newborns mostly by myself was incredibly hard. I hadn’t slept a full night in months. Halloween was coming, and the whole neighborhood was excited—except me.

I didn’t have the energy to decorate, let alone get into the festive spirit.

Then, there was Brad.

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Brad took Halloween way too seriously. Every year, he turned his house into a huge haunted attraction with gravestones, skeletons, big jack-o’-lanterns, and more.

He loved the attention and would smile proudly whenever someone complimented his decorations.

The entire block loved it, but I was too exhausted to care about Brad’s haunted house.

One October morning, things started to fall apart.

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I went outside, carrying Lily on one hip and holding Lucas in my arm, when I noticed something. My car was covered in eggs! The eggshells were stuck to the gooey mess, dripping down the windshield like some gross breakfast gone wrong.

“Are you serious?” I muttered, staring at the mess.

The night before, I had parked in front of Brad’s house. I didn’t have much choice since it was easier to park closer to my door with the twins’ stroller.

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At first, I thought it was a prank. But when I saw egg splatters near Brad’s porch, I knew it had to be him.

Brad had done this.

Even though he didn’t own the street, Brad acted like he controlled the curb during Halloween.

Furious, I marched over to his house and knocked on the door, maybe harder than I should have, but I didn’t care anymore.

“What?” Brad opened the door with his usual smug expression, crossing his arms.

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His house was already decorated. There were cobwebs, plastic skeletons, and a witch sitting on a chair. It was all too much.

I wasted no time. “Did you see who egged my car?”

Without blinking, Brad replied, “I did it. Your car was blocking the view of my decorations.”

I stared at him in disbelief. “You egged my car because it was parked in front of your house? You didn’t ask me to move it—you just trashed it?”

He shrugged like it was no big deal. “How can people see my display if your car is in the way?”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Are you serious?”

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Brad nodded, still looking pleased with himself. “I’m the Halloween King. People come from all over to see my decorations. You’re always parked there. It’s inconsiderate and ruins the vibe.”

I was juggling two newborns, barely holding it together, and he was talking about ruining the vibe?

“Well, sorry if my life interferes with your spooky setup,” I snapped. “I’ve got newborn twins, Brad.”

“I know,” he said, leaning against the doorframe. “Maybe park somewhere else.”

“I park there because it’s easier with the babies and the stroller!”

Brad shrugged again. “Not my problem. You can park there after Halloween.”

I stood there, speechless, my anger boiling inside. But being so tired, I couldn’t even argue anymore.

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“Fine,” I snapped, and stormed back inside, shaking with anger and disbelief.

As I washed the egg off my car, something clicked. Brad wasn’t just an annoying neighbor—he was a bully. And I had had enough. If he wanted to play dirty, fine. I could play smarter.

Later that night, while rocking Lily to sleep, an idea hit me. Brad’s weakness was his pride. He needed his haunted house to be the best. I didn’t have the energy for a fight, but revenge? That, I could handle.

The next day, I casually strolled over to Brad’s yard while he was adding more decorations.

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“Hey, Brad,” I said, faking cheerfulness. “I’ve been thinking. It was inconsiderate of me to block your display. Have you thought about upgrading it?”

He looked suspicious. “Upgrade?”

“Yeah, with things like fog machines or ghost projectors. Your setup is great, but those would really impress people.”

His eyes lit up. I knew I had him.

I suggested brands I had researched—terrible machines with awful reviews. But he didn’t need to know that.

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“You think so?” he asked, already planning his next move.

“Oh, definitely. You’d be the talk of the neighborhood.”

Satisfied, I walked away, waiting for Halloween.

When Halloween night came, Brad’s house looked like a scene from a horror movie. He had gone all out, as I expected.

Crowds gathered to admire his setup, and Brad was in the middle of it, enjoying the attention.

I watched from my porch, feeling like a villain in a movie. His display looked impressive—until it didn’t.

Right on cue, the fog machine sputtered and started spraying water like a garden hose. The crowd gasped, and kids laughed.

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Brad rushed to fix it, but then his ghost projector malfunctioned. Instead of a spooky ghost, it showed a strange blob, making the kids laugh even more.

Then, one of his giant inflatables collapsed, rolling across the yard. Some teenagers, seeing the disaster, threw eggs at his house for fun.

Brad was frantic, running around trying to save his haunted house, but it was too late. His Halloween display had turned into a joke.

The next morning, just as I was feeding Lucas, there was a knock at the door. Brad stood there, looking defeated.

“I, uh, wanted to apologize,” he mumbled. “I overreacted.”

I crossed my arms, waiting. “Yeah, you did.”

He shifted uncomfortably. “I didn’t realize how hard it must be with the twins. I’m sorry.”

I let him squirm for a bit. “Thanks for apologizing, Brad. I’m sure it won’t happen again.”

He nodded quickly. “It won’t.”

As he turned to leave, I couldn’t help but add, “Funny how things work out, huh?”

Brad had no response.

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