Michael York

Michael York

  • Born: 1942-3-27
  • Birthplace: Fulmer, Buckinghamshire
  • Height: 5' 10½" (1.79 m)
  • Profession: Actor, producer
  • Nationality: U.K
  • Graduate School: Oxford university
  • Representative Works: Logan's Run, Mill and Cross
  • Michael Hugh Johnson [1]  (Michael York), born on March 27, 1942 in Fulmer, Buckinghamshire, is a British actor and producer. His works include " Logan's Run " and so on.

    Performing Experience

    In 2011, he participated in "The Mill and the Cross ".
    Extended Reading
    • Darius 2022-07-06 18:30:40

      Only independent women are eligible to be "shrews"

      A wealthy girl named Catherine, because her temper is so irritable that no one wants to marry her, and a man promises that he will not marry her even if he gives him a dowry of a mountain of gold. Catherine is indeed like a little lion, she will intimidate her sister Bianka's suitors, retort at her...

    • Rosella 2022-07-06 19:38:42

      Watching Notes: If you ask me if I am not happy, I will say that I am disgusted and frightened

      1. "Catherina is a woman full of anger, too much anger at life, her father, and the whole world." So she is called a shrew, but the word shrew is undoubtedly invented by men. Catherine is a slow-moving item, and her sister is a best-selling item. There is no way to view the objectification of women...

    The Taming of The Shrew quotes

    • Baptista: [Petruchio is chasing Katherina across a tiled rooftop] Signior Petruchio?

      [Petruchio stops with one foot in the air and laughs]

      Baptista: How speed you with your wooing?

      Petruchio: How but well, sir, how but well? It were impossible I should speed amiss!

    • Katherina: [Petruchio has addressed Vincentio as a young woman and indicated Katherina should do likewise] Young budding virgin, fair and fresh and sweet, wither away or where is thy abode? Oh, happy the parents of so fair a child... happier the man whom favorable stars will allot for his lovely bedfellow.

      [she turns to go]

      Petruchio: Why, how now, Kate,I hope thou art not mad. This a man, old, wrinkled, faded, withered and not a maiden as thou sayest he is.

      Katherina: [turns back, still in the spirit of the game] Oh, pardon, old father, for my mistaking eyes that have been so bedazzled by the...

      [she looks at Petruchio for confirmation]

      Katherina: sun?

      [he nods yes]

      Katherina: that everything I see is green and young.