Richard Jordan

Richard Jordan

  • Born: 1937-7-19
  • Birthplace: New York, USA
  • Height: 6' 2" (1.88 m)
  • Profession: Actor, producer
  • Nationality: America
  • Representative Works: The Hunt for Red October, Gettysburg, Human Bomb
  • American actor and producer. Born in New York, USA on July 19, 1938, died in California, USA on August 30, 1993. Won the best actor in a drama series at the Golden Globe Awards in the United States in 1977 . [1]  Representative works are " The Hunt for Red October ", " Gettysburg ", " Human Bomb ", etc.
    Extended Reading
    • Theodore 2022-03-14 08:01:02

      Gentle suffocation in the refined ideals of the middle class

      What's lovely about the bourgeoisie is that they have an exquisite taste (not always) and a level of elegance and delicacy which bring joy to people's life. Eve has an exquisite taste but she's so or, as her daughter said, too obsessed with that.

      Joey her daughter, showed her angst toward her...

    • Yvette 2022-03-14 08:01:02

      write at random

      In the face of this kind of family, I just want to live the life of my little daughter, and I have less troubles away from home, and the whole family is responsible for the appearance. The eldest sister has talent and needs her father to support her family. She is not only hypocritical, but also...

    • Mittie 2022-03-21 09:03:26

      The Bergman-style Allen has become very restrained, and this restraint is so shocking that you think he can still be a serious master, and you are willing to believe that Cassandra's dream is an accident. Salute to be able to do so, has reached the pinnacle.

    • Madalyn 2022-03-14 08:01:02

      joey finally picked up the pen, you said that life is cruel and not cruel, the silence of one person lights up another person.

    Interiors quotes

    • Joey: You know I want you to be happy. I want you both to be happy.

      Arthur: Tell her. Tell Pearl. I know she puts on a gay facade, but she knows how you feel. Tell her.

    • Frederick: I did a terrible thing last week. I wrote about this friend's book. Not a very good book. And I pointed that out, which is what I was getting paid to do. But I was extremely cruel about it - and I took great pleasure in my cruelty. My anger scares me. I don't like what I'm becoming.