John Goodman’s weakness is Oreo Thins. Deceptively sleek, they feel like the kind of snack that might be healthy but assuredly aren’t. I tell him my weakness is Doritos and that unless I’ve emptied a bag of neon orange crumbs into my mouth, I haven’t really finished the bag. Goodman laughs for the first time—a departure from our conversation that has cycled through topics at a breakneck pace. The Conners is still The Conners. The Righteous Gemstones is still on hiatus. Yes, he likes working with the Coen brothers. As the interview starts nearing its end, he says, “I wish I would have been more helpful,” his tone somewhere between lethargic and empathetic. He’s all business, until it comes to the topic of snacks, and life in quarantine. And the people he misses in his hometown of St. Louis. The prospect of listening to jazz in New Orleans again.The casual chit chat comes across in the same way you might imagine Dan Conner would address a stranger in line at the grocery store, somewhere in fictional Lanford, Illinois. Brief, but friendly enough. Paring back the glamour and cutting the shit is, in some ways, Goodman’s modus operandi. It is literally the vibe that defines Roseanne and its spinoff The Conners, whose third season retur… Click below to read the full story from Esquire
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