Clifton Collins Jr.
Cheech Marin, who spent much of the 1970s and ’80s swathed in a cloud of fragrant smoke as America’s lady-loving stoner-in-chief, never claimed to be an angel. But that doesn’t mean he can’t play a man of the cloth, as he does in his latest movie, The Perfect Game. In fact, he’s used to it.
“You know, I’m on a run of playing priests,” says the Mexican-American comedian, 63, born Richard Anthony Marin in Los Angeles. “This is my second or third. People must see something in me, something holy. But I was raised Catholic, so I know that riff. Frankly, it’s more comforting to me than ironic.”