Personal details
- Birth Date: 1939-10-24
- Height: 5′ 11″ (1.80 m)
- Birth Location: Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, USA
- Children: (her death, 2 children) Mick Abraham
- Parents: Frederick Abraham
- Professions: Actor, Soundtrack
F. Murray Abraham, yeah, the guy with the kind of face you just never forget, was born in Pittsburgh back in 1939, then got shipped out to El Paso, Texas, where he grew up. His dad, Fred, rolled in from Syria, and his mom, Josephine, brought the Italian side to the family. Funny thing, he was just “Murray” at first, but figured adding that “F.” would make him sound a bit more mysterious or something on stage. Worked, I guess. He spent most of his early years grinding it out as a stage actor, real theater kid energy, before popping up on screen in 1971 as an usher in “They Might Be Giants.” Early on, he packed in all sorts of odd jobs—commercials, voice-overs, whatever kept the lights on. You’ll catch him in “Serpico” if you squint, hanging out with Al Pacino, and doing the villain bit on TV shows like “Kojak.” Not exactly glamorous, but hey, you gotta start somewhere. By the late ‘70s, the guy was juggling commercials and random bit parts, but it just wasn’t cutting it. He ditched the ad gigs, became a stay-at-home dad (which apparently crushed his macho spirit, but he lived), while his wife Kate hit the workforce. Then, boom—he shows up as the sleazy Omar Suárez in “Scarface,” and voices a literal bunch of grapes for Fruit of the Loom. Wild career move. But then came “Amadeus.” That role as Salieri? Total game-changer. Oscar, Golden Globe, the whole deal. Even after that, he kept it interesting, playing villains like Bernardo Gui in “The Name of the Rose,” though people said he got a bit too big for his britches on set. Still, Abraham’s mix of stage chops and larger-than-life personality made his performances stick.
So here’s something wild from the world of film legends: Scarface (1983) was shooting out in the sun-drenched chaos of Los Angeles, while Amadeus (1984) was being put together in the historic, moody streets of Prague. And get this, one person was actually flying back and forth between these two sets—four round trips, racking up serious frequent flyer miles. Just imagine the whiplash, bouncing from Tony Montana’s coke-fueled madness to Mozart’s powdered wigs and classical symphonies. That’s not just a scheduling nightmare, it’s a full-on cinematic culture shock. It’s honestly nuts to think about the stamina and focus needed to pull that off—one minute you’re dodging bullets in Miami, next you’re conducting orchestras in 18th-century Europe. Not exactly your typical work commute. But hey, that’s the kind of behind-the-scenes insanity that makes movie magic happen. Some people just don’t sleep, apparently.
Star Trek: Insurrection drops you right into the chaos when Captain Picard and his crew discover a dark secret—Starfleet's actually thinking about booting an entire peaceful race, the Ba'ku, from their idyllic planet, just for some anti-aging perks. Not exactly the Federation’s finest hour, huh? The planet’s got these insane regenerative properties, basically the fountain of youth, and of course, everyone wants a taste. The Son’a, who are basically the villains with stretched faces and even more stretched morals, team up with some shady Starfleet folks to make it happen. Picard’s not having any of it, so he rebels against his own orders—yeah, full-on mutiny vibes. The crew bands together, fights back with classic Trek tech wizardry, and tries to give the Ba’ku a shot at a normal life. In the end, it’s all about sticking to your principles, even when the “good guys” are the ones screwing up.
October 24, 1939
5′ 11″ (1.80 m)
Konidela Ram Charan
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, USA
Yes, Mick Abraham
Frederick Abraham and Surekha
85 years old