Born on 4 March 1961, Steven Weber dons the hat of an actor and is most prominent for his portrayal of the character, Brian Hackett, in the television show ¨Wings,¨ which aired on NBC from April 1990 to May 1997. These days, he can be found playing the recurring role of Mayor Douglas Hamilton in the series, ¨NCIS: New Orleans.¨ He has been acting since making his film debut in the 1984 film, ¨The Flamingo Kid.¨
So, just how rich is Steven Weber, as of 2017? Authoritative sources estimate Steven Weber´s net worth to be over $4 million, accumulated mostly by appearing in over 50 movies to date!
Steven Weber Net Worth $4 million
Born to Jewish parents, Fran, a nightclub singer, and, Stuart Weber, a nightclub manager, Steven Weber spent most of his childhood in Briarwood, Queens, New York City. He was surrounded by comedians as a kid, courtesy of his father´s links and it was heaven for him, meeting many of-“the nicest people, funny and tough.” Steven found himself in the spotlight very early in his life, as he was only in his third grade when he started appearing in TV commercials. While growing up, he attended Manhattan´s High School of Performing Arts, and for his college education, he enrolled at the State University of New York at Purchase.
Upon graduation, he joined the Mirror Repertory Company, and starred alongside Geraldine Page in numerous productions. However, early times as an actor were far from lucrative, so in order to put food on the table, Weber worked several menial jobs such as singing waiter, elevator operator, custodian etc.
However, he soon got the opportunity to make his film debut in the 1984 comedy ¨The Flamingo Kid.¨ A year later, he landed a meaty role in the series, ¨As the World Turns,¨ playing Julianne Moore´s boyfriend. In 1990, he was cast in the television show ¨Wings.¨ a performance that truly earned him global recognition. From there onwards, the roles flooded in and he went on to appear in numerous films and series, including ¨Single White Female,¨ ¨Nightmares & Dreamscapes,¨ and ¨Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip¨ etc. He was even bestowed with the best actor award from the Academy of Science Fiction, Fantasy and Horror Films for his stellar performance in the 1997 miniseries, ¨The Shining.¨ In 2003, Weber wrote and produced the movie, ¨Clubland;¨ Alan Alda even earned an Emmy nomination for his portrayal of Weber´s father in that movie. Recently, between 2012 and 2017, Weber has done voice acting too, giving voice to several characters in the Disney XD animated series, ¨Ultimate Spider-Man.¨
Talking about Weber´s personal life, he was previously married to the actress, Finn Carter from 1985 to 1992. Then, a few years later in 1995, Weber found himself at the altar again, this time with Juliette Hohnen. Regrettably, their 17-year marriage came to an end in February 2013, after Juliette filed for divorce. On the bright side, their union did give the pair two sons, John Alexander Hohnen-Weber and Alfred James.
In the "Wings" episode "Terminal Jealousy" (1993), Steven Weber dons a pair of dark sunglasses and does a Jack Nicholson impression at the end of the episode. Weber would go on to play Jack Torrance in the 1997 TV version of "The Shining", an iconic role originally associated with Nicholson in the 1980 movie adaptation.
Williamstown, MA, USA: Appearing at the Williamstown Theatre Festival in the play "Three Hotels", costarring Maura Tierney. [June 2011]
Wife Juliette Hohnen is an interior decorator and a former L.A. Bureau chief for MTV.
Son Alfie James born on February 25, 2003.
Graduate of the prestigious State University of New York, Purchase. Other SUNY Purchase
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