updated 05/08/1995 AT 01:00 AM EDT
•originally published 05/08/1995 AT 01:00 AM EDT
Diagnosis: chronic self-effacement. "I always kind of got by on personality and jokes," says Clooney, who admits to only one vanity: straightening his naturally curly chestnut hair. Now he's clearly being groomed as a leading man. He recently signed to costar with Quentin Tarantino in the action film From Dusk Till Dawn.
Meanwhile, as ER's cast cutup (he boasts his own remote-controlled whoopee cushion), George has "that hoo-hah quality," says his aunt Rosemary Clooney. "He's okay, that kid." More than okay, with those twinkling brown eyes, that rough-hewn chin, that come-soothe-me brow. Alas, the divorced actor bestows his best bedside manner on one that sleeps at the foot of it: Max, a 150-pound, pot-bellied pig. "I love him," says Clooney, flashing that surgical grin, "but he's a pain in the butt." End of consultation.