Personal Life
Mastroianni was born in Fontana Liri, a small village in the Apennines in the province of Frosinone, Lazio, and grew up in Turin and Rome. He was the son of Ida (née Irolle) and Ottone Mastroianni, who ran a carpentry shop, and the nephew of the Italian sculptor Umberto Mastroianni (1910–1998). During World War II, after the division into Axis and Allied Italy, he was interned in a loosely guarded German prison camp, from which he escaped to hide in Venice. Mastroianni married Italian actress Flora Carabella (1926–1999) in 1950. They separated in the early 1960s but remained legally married until his death. They had one child together, Barbara. After the separation, he cohabited with actress Faye Dunaway for two years. His brother Ruggero Mastroianni (1929–1996) was a highly regarded film editor who not only edited a number of his brother's films, but appeared alongside Marcello in Scipione detto anche l'Africano, a spoof of the once popular peplum/sword and sandal film genre released in 1971.
Mastroianni had a daughter, Chiara Mastroianni, with the actress Catherine Deneuve, his longtime lover during the 1970s.
Mastroianni cohabited with author and filmmaker Anna Maria Tatò for the last 21 years of his life. Both of his daughters, as well as Deneuve and Tato, were at his bedside when he died of pancreatic cancer at the age of 72. The Trevi Fountain in Rome, associated with his role in Fellini's La Dolce Vita, was symbolically turned off and draped in black as a tribute.
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