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On the popular Ringer movie podcast The Rewatchables, they have a fun/dumb distinction handed out every episode called âThe Dion Waiters Awardâ. Itâs named after the mercurial, irrationally confident, free firing journeyman two guard, and is given to the actor who makes a symphony out of a song, a meal out of a bite, a master scene thief who appears on screen for a short time, but leaves a lasting impression. The question for my current favorite working character actor, Zach Cherry, is not âifâ he will ever win a Dion Waiters award, but âwhenâ.Â
Cherry is stocky. His very circular physical proportions bring to mind the pissed off cartoon snowman that came to prominence on Young Jeezy merch. His back is hunched, youâd imagine specifically and exclusively because of the hours spent curled over a laptop in a coffee shop, assuming his natural state of the snarky reply guy with an uncommon hit rate in your mentions. His dominant feature is his receding hair and beard- often the same length and consistency- giving the impression his face grew into his hair, rather than vice versa, and brings to mind a Japanese cream puff logo. He looks like a distant nephew of the great Stephen Mckinley Henderson, only adding to the instant joy and recognition he elicits when he shows up as another razor tongued bookstore cashier or office coworker armed with a perfect one liner. Itâs the fluffy candy coating hiding his acidic, snarky center.
His demeanor is affably terse, smirking but never smiling. Heâs a born smartass who speaks in well polished paragraphs. He was and probably still occasionally is an improv comedian, and you can tell from his bone dry, sarcastic, easy and barbed line deliveries. He either inspires, or creates the best punched up comebacks and observations in any television show or movie he pops up in.Â
Cherry was nowhere in my life, then suddenly he was everywhere. He first came to my attention on HBOâs late, great New Yorker short story collection High Maintenance when it was still a micro web series. He stumbles into a scene, forever looking like he could be 20 or 40, adding to the show’s trademark pitched state of Brooklyn randomness, in diabetic shock. It was probably the last time heâd ever be silent on screen. Since then heâs built an impressive iMDB as a âthat guyâ on cool kid comedian TV projects like Broad City, Search Party, The Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt, and the weird but underrated Crashing as Pete Holmesâ âmanagerâ. If you had to point to a breakout role, it was the time he became the first, and in all likelihood the last person to ever blow Kiernan Culkin off the screen in Succession.
Each generation gets the everyman character actor it deserves, and Cherry is ours. He has the detached, aloof quality of the millennial who was raised on a steady diet of social media and filters everything through that prism, critiquing recaps of episodes of shows he hasnât watched yet, communicating in group chats solely through memes. So far, my favorite utilization of his gifts has been, somewhat stunningly, in the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Now that Stan Lee is gone, heâs become a Hitchcokian Easter Egg, he started as a street cart vendor in Queens- credited as âStreet Cart Vendorâ- in Spider-Man: Homecoming, an 11 second role heâs gotten stunning mileage out of, but he returns on the other side of the country in Shang Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings with an actual name as Klev, the vlogger, and as usual, Feige and co. display a perfect understanding of their subjectâs gifts.Â
Heâs doesnât run or even appear distraught as a wild set piece unfurls in front of him on a MUNI bus. His reflex, befitting a guy who looks like he has a double digit daily screen time average, is to grab his phone and begin narrating the action for his followers. And why wouldnât he? A superhero throwdown is tame compared to some of the shit you can find on Tiktok these days. It makes sense that the worldâs most dominant franchise has subscribed to his talents, theyâre just like us, they canât get enough Zach Cherry.
Cherry recently had, probably fifth or sixth billing on the best TV show few people seem to watch or care about, Severance, on Apple TV. He brought his standard bite and wit to the mainplayer role as a guy in the Ben-Stiller directed subterranean Kafkaesque hellscape who just wants to punch the clock and keep his head down, until he doesnât. It suggests his star is on the rise, leading to a future of meatier roles and expanded screen time. I have mixed feelings. Perhaps Cherry is ready to run a team, but why on Earth would you want to fuck with a master specialist?Â