Miriam Margolyes

Miriam Margolyes

  • Born: 1941-5-18
  • Birthplace: Oxford, UK
  • Height: 5' 1" (1.55 m)
  • Profession: actor
  • Nationality: U.K
  • Graduate School: Oxford High School Girls' School
  • Representative Works: Harry Potter, Invincible Primitives, Legend of the Guardians
  • Miriam Margolyes, born in Oxford on May 18, 1941 , is a British actor.
    She is the actor of Professor Pomona Sprout (Professor Sprout) in the " Harry Potter " series of films .

    Performing Experience

    In 2010, he participated in " Legend of the Guardians ".
    Extended Reading
    • Brandy 2022-04-08 08:01:02

      Brilliant evening is the background of life

      The bright evening is the background of life, and at the end of the long road, it is full of tulips and gypsophila.

          Lonely old man, waiting for a lifetime. Alone, walking alone, old age, youth is gone, dreams are eroded, passion is worn away, flowers bloom and fade, sunrise and sunset, just...

    • Stephania 2022-04-10 09:01:09

      rose blooming at sunset

      Thanks to the two veteran grandmothers for their excellent acting skills.

      This movie truly conveys the tranquility, nature and joy of old age.

      It also depicts the feelings of youthful, trembling, melancholy and dreamy first love.

      The two seemingly contradictory moods are combined very naturally in...

    • Fabiola 2022-04-09 09:01:09

      Three stars are all given to the two heroines. This play gives Judi more room to play. Of course, she also grasped it very well, showing the feeling of an 18-year-old girl's first love. Other than that, there are basically no highlights. The script is especially worth complaining, and there is also a problem with the rhythm. It is inexplicable that it has become a successful history of musical wizards. The director's skill is really average, and the extraordinary temperament is only suitable for acting.

    • Brandy 2022-04-10 09:01:09

      I don't think Ursula had an unforgettable love for Andrea, but a woman who had never tasted love, and a crush on a handsome young man who was brought to her door by the waves. For a woman in her seventies to fall in love with a guy in his early twenties, it feels both sympathetic and a little silly, because it's totally unfruitful love. In fact, after thinking about it, even if she was of the same age, with the background of Andrea becoming a world-renowned violin player, she would never fall in love with the daughter of an ordinary Cornish squire, not to mention she was so plain. So, consider it a spring dream. My favorite is the ending, where the sisters dressed up to listen to Andrea's performance, and left immediately after talking to him, only to see the two backs at the end of the promenade. Point-and-stop is the way I like to handle it.

    Ladies in Lavender quotes

    • [Mr. Penruddocke arrives to play his violin for Andrea]

      Dorcas: Wipe your feet.

      [he does]

      Dorcas: All right.

      [she motions him inside]

      Dorcas: Just a minute, lift them up.

      [he lifts one and shows her the bottom of his shoe]

      Dorcas: And the other one.

      [he lifts the other]

      Dorcas: All right.

    • [Dorcas comes into Andrea's room, carrying a sack of potatoes and two buckets]

      Dorcas: I got a job for you...

      [They sit, peeling the potatoes]

      Dorcas: [indicating the two buckets] You put the peel in here, and the spuds in here. You have done this before, haven't you?

      [Andrea looks bored. He purposely throws a peel into the spud bucket]

      Dorcas: No!

      [She fishes the peel out]

      Dorcas: You put the peel in *here* and the *spuds* in here!

      Andrea Marowski: "Spuds"?

      Dorcas: Yes. Proper name's "potato," but we calls them "spuds".

      [She holds up the potato she's been peeling]

      Dorcas: Potato. Potato!

      Andrea Marowski: Ah, "ziemniak".

      Dorcas: What?

      Andrea Marowski: [forcefully] "Ziemniak"!

      Dorcas: Right.

      Andrea Marowski: [speaks in Polish, subtitled] You look like a potato.

      Dorcas: What?

      Andrea Marowski: [speaks in Polish, subtitled] Actually, you look like a sack of potatoes.

      Dorcas: It's no good, I can't understand a word you's saying.

      [He shows her his potato, into which he has cut two eyes and a mouth]

      Dorcas: And don't get artistic, just *peel* the blooming thing.