One of the most legendary French actresses is now over 80, and you won’t believe how she looks today!

Born in Paris on October 22, 1943, Catherine Deneuve is a renowned figure in French cinema. It made sense for her to follow in her parents’ footsteps, given both of them are actors.

Her big break came when she played Geneviève Emery in The Umbrellas of Cherbourg in 1964, captivating viewers. She exhibited an amazing ability to strike a balance between strength and tenderness in this performance.

Over the course of her storied career, Deneuve has worked with renowned directors such as Luis Buñuel on Belle de Jour and Roman Polanski on Repulsion, where her portrayal of Séverine achieved legendary status.

Over her sixty-year career, she has won two César Awards for Best Actress: for Le Dernier Métro in 1980 and for Indochine in 1992, which won an Oscar for Best Foreign Language Film.

Deneuve is still making a name for herself in the movie business, even at her advanced age. Notable performances include The Truth (2019). She is well-known for her support of women’s rights and freedom of expression in addition to her acting career.

My Cousin Brags about Her ‘Achievements’ Despite Owing Me $5,000 – I Thought About Taking Action, but Karma Took Care of It for Me

When my cousin crashed our rental car, leaving me with a $5,000 bill, I spent months trying to get her to pay me back. Just as I gave up, I saw her flaunting her ‘success’ on social media and discovered I wasn’t the only one she owed. Karma caught up to her, and I got a front-row seat!

It’s been a year since that disastrous West Coast holiday, and I still feel the sting of that $5,000 debt. My cousin Debra, who’s supposed to be an accountant, racked up a huge damage charge on our rental car and then had the audacity to act like it wasn’t her problem.

It was under my name, so guess who got stuck with the bill? That’s right, me. Lisa, the ever-reliable project manager from Boston. I swear, some days I think my middle name should be “Doormat.”

I remember that holiday like it was yesterday. Seven of us cousins decided to get together for some “family bonding” out on the West Coast.

Debra was there, of course, with her charismatic charm and reckless attitude. One evening, she decided it would be a fantastic idea to drive the rental car down a narrow, winding coastal road at night.

The air was crisp, the moonlight casting eerie shadows as she sped along the road, ignoring my pleas to slow down.

“Come on, Lisa, live a little!” Debra laughed, her voice filled with reckless glee.

She cranked up the music and took another swig from her bottle. I clutched the seat, my knuckles white.

“Debra, please, you’re going too fast!” I yelled, my heart pounding.

She just laughed harder, taking a sharp turn way too quickly. My heart stopped as the car skidded toward the edge, tires screeching.

I thought we were all going to die that night, but the guardrail saved us. The impact when we slammed into it was jarring, leaving us all stunned and the car a complete wreck.

The holiday mood? Completely ruined.

When the rental company slapped a $5,000 damage charge on the car, Debra just shrugged.

“We’re family,” she said with a flippant wave of her hand. “We should all pitch in.”

The other cousins mumbled vague agreements.

“Maybe we can split it evenly,” suggested Jimmy, the peacemaker of the group.

“Split it? Are you kidding? I wasn’t even in the car,” retorted Martha, crossing her arms.

“I can’t afford that right now,” mumbled Jake, avoiding eye contact.

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