‘Hindsight’ by Howie Gordon aka Richard Pacheco
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‘Hindsight’ by Howie Gordon aka Richard Pacheco <br />The Rialto Report Review

Former adult film actor Richard Pacheco (born Howie Gordon) recently published his autobiography Hindsight – True Love & Mischief in the Golden Age of Porn.

Pacheco is an American former pornographic film and video actor, writer and director who retired from the X-rated business in the mid-1980s.

Over the course of his career, which lasted from the late 1970s to the late 1980s, he appeared in more than 100 x-rated films and videos, winning multiple adult film awards for Best Actor, Best Supporting Actor, and Best Director. He was Playgirl magazine’s Man of the Year in 1979 as Howie Gordon. His candid, funny and detailed account of his life is an honest and surprising account of life in the adult film business.

Dries Vermeulen read it. And liked it. Here is his review.

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Richard PachecoLet me take you back to the early days of Spring 1986.  The setting : a small yet serviceable flat rented by my late BFF Frank in our hometown of Bruges, Belgium.  One sun-dappled afternoon, four freshly out of the closet friends aged 18 to 20 (including the aforementioned Frank as well as yours truly) feasted their fevered fantasies over our host’s carefully conserved copy of Playgirl Magazine’s Men of the Year special issue for the year 1980, lasciviously if tastefully lining up the cavalcade of cock that had graced its pages over the twelve preceding months.  Amidst our personal likes and dislikes, we all ended up agreeing that the selected stud laureate, one Howie Gordon of Berkeley, CA, met all our expectations and then some, therefore declared a worthy winner by our fabulous foursome.  To paraphrase a Cole Porter tune, he’d be oh so nice to come home to.  Sigh…

Among our quarrelsome quartet, though I didn’t let on at the time, I happened to be the only one (and since none of the others could ever stop blabbing contrary to softspoken lil’ me, they wouldn’t have been able to keep such a goodie to themselves) who was able to identify this hunk o’burnin’ love as adult actor Richard Pacheco.  A loyal if criminally underage patron of our local porno palace, which had definitively closed its doors the year before, I had harbored a serious crush on the guy since seeing him as sensitive boy next door stripper Jonathan, sweetly seducing then ruthlessly abandoning spinster schoolmarm Georgina Spelvin in Anthony Spinelli‘s 1981 carnal classic The Dancers, a first-rate fuck flick first viewed in the early days of ’83 that still stands firmly amongst my personal favorites three decades down the line.

Richard PachecoMind you, this was not the very first adult film I had ever seen but none of the male performers I was familiar with at the time had struck much of a chord beyond the “oh yummy” stage that would traditionally last mere seconds and rarely extend past some masturbatory frenzy they had unwittingly inspired.  What made this Pacheco fella so special that he would stand out among his crowd of pornographic peers ?  The answer was simply: more.  Not necessarily in the penile compartment, as there were far heavier hung horsemen about, but contrary to popular belief (which the Internet does absolutely nothing to dispel) not every gay man, or woman for that matter, is a size queen per se.  No, we’re talking about something more on the inside, going on between the ears and expressing itself in a manner not immediately expected from someone in his line of work.

Richard PachecoConflicting with the conventional superstud image comfortably inhabited by most men in explicit entertainment, Pacheco’s screen persona was like The Dancers Jonathan very much what we imagined slash hoped the boy next door to be, someone we would like to know outside the confines of the bedroom, fall in love with maybe, at the least could fornicate and have fun with.  In short, a complete person, unafraid to show his softer side, not as some wrongly perceived weakness but as an actual stock in trade few screen studs cared to rival with, apart from Eric Edwards and Bob Bolla perhaps.

And now there’s the one time Richard Pacheco aka the achingly real Howie Gordon’s long-awaited autobiography, which he’s been planning to write since 1984, finally seeing the light of day.  Thirty years in the making !  A cast of thousands !  Was it worth the wait ?  You betcha !  Clocking in at just under 700 albeit lavishly illustrated pages (full color if you catch it on Kindle but beautifully rendered in black and white on the printed page nonetheless), it tells absolutely all about this most personable of porn performers.  Yet to circumsize his character to fit the fuck film frame is to do the man grave injustice.  Although each of his erotic epics is duly elaborated upon and judged as much as a personal experience in making it then as a work of entertainment, if not outright art, his adventures in the skin trade are just the tip of the iceberg, or perhaps in Howie’s case that should be the ever erupting volcano.  A backdrop almost to the greatest adventure of all, a life lived to the full that encompasses everlasting love with wife Carly and fatherhood forever strained yet sometimes also strangely strengthened by gainful employment in the erotic industry.

Richard PachecoGordon appears entirely unafraid to present himself as is, warts and all, described in an infectious style of conspiratorial camaraderie that draws readers in from page one, not to let them loose, equal parts exhilarated and exhausted, till the entire tale has been told.  Frequently interjected with jokey interludes by Marty the agent, pulling him back on track whenever in danger of digressing, and the voice of God (I kid you not), this could have easily ended up an unholy mess of a patchwork quilt but somehow Howie holds it all together beautifully as he guides us through his troubled youth, struggling with obesity prior to having his cherry popped on three (!!!) different occasions, past the relationships that were to shape his life either for better or worse.

Richard PachecoAdult aficionados will, of course, hungrily devour accounts of encounters with such lusty luminaries as Marilyn Chambers or the late lamented Shauna Grant, to name but two on opposite sides of the spectrum connecting hilarity and heartbreak respectively.  Fair enough, we would all like to know what these fantasy-fuelling females were really like and Howie’s too much of a Mensch to reduce any of them to predictable stereotypes or performance rating scales.  What audiences witnessed on screen was often but a pale imitation of the interhuman complexities emanating from the brief bonds formed by the author and his leading ladies over a period lasting a mere couple of days stretching to several weeks, depending on what a particular project’s budget and shooting schedule would allow.  Considering the amount of time this book has spent in various stages of gestation, a certain déjà vu effect might inevitably occur among avid readers of men’s publications such as Hustler or Penthouse which have featured embryonic editions of various tidbits included herein over the years.  Equally important were his lasting friendships forged with filmmaker and mentor Sam Weston aka Anthony Spinelli and reigning rooster of the hardcore hen house John Leslie, who teamed up for the monumental Talk Dirty To Me and its makers illicit sequel (as title rights belonged to the producer with whom he, characteristically, had a falling out) Nothing To Hide, much deservedly yielding numerous industry awards for people on both sides of the cameras.  Both men sadly no longer with us, Howie pays them touching tribute.

Richard PachecoStill, the one character that will stay with readers long after they have finished this massive tome, rightfully so as she’s undoubtedly the most important person in his life, is Mrs. Gordon.  Wife, mother and ultimately grandmother, Carly remains something of a conundrum, a wish fulfilment forgiving spouse for boys who refuse to grow up, until Howie graciously allows her voice to be heard, explaining how it took a whole lotta love, respect and resilience to keep their family firmly fixed.  This essential testimony cements the book’s definitive status as one man’s soul-searching study of his own life and what it all meant, reflected by the views of his most significant other to put it all into perspective.  Like James Stewart’s modern day Job George Bailey from Frank Capra’s Christmas classic It’s A Wonderful Life or perhaps more appropriately Don Ameche’s on the surface seemingly far more salacious scoundrel Henry Van Cleve in Ernst Lubitsch’s Heaven Can Wait, Howie’s world eventually turned out a far better place for having him in it.  In a foreword that merits the book’s purchase all by itself, longtime friend and neighbor Whoopi Goldberg (perhaps the most down to earth Hollywood celeb but still) confirms as much and it is further tribute to the guy’s gentlemanly stature that he barely bothers to namedrop her throughout after that glowing introduction.

Richard Pacheco, Shauna GrantSomewhere up in the sky, Frank (reread my opening paragraph if you already forgot about him) smiles down at me, shaking his head at his former friend’s impish secrecy, comfortably cushioned between too many dearly departed souls from all our lives, both real and imagined, sitting in the dark even in the most disreputable of movie houses.  At age 65, Dickie Pacheco finally got his autobiography out, timely as so many lustful luminaries have been checking out these past few years (in addition to Spinelli, Leslie and Chambers, there’s also been Gerard Damiano, Juliet Anderson, Harry Reems, Jeez, the list is long and way too depressing !), and its greatest surprise may be that it covers so much more than adult’s flourishing West Coast scene of the ’70s and ’80s when he starred in several of the more prestigious schmeckle movies.  Testimonies such as these are not only valid in covering aspects of cinema history in danger of imminent oblivion, as “polite society” would undoubtedly prefer, but as proof positive of the existence of a compassionate humanity even in the “unlikeliest of circumstances” as the world at large still prefers to pigeonhole the sex industry, an occasional box office blast like Boogie Nights barely able to alter that peculiar perception.

10 Comments

  1. Frank F · December 14, 2013 Reply

    Ashley, thank you for bringing this autobiography to my attention. I went to Amazon immediately, to find that they were temporarily out of stock. Will put my order in anyway. Can’t wait to read it.

  2. AFan · December 14, 2013 Reply

    Thanks Ashley for the heads up. To Amazon I go. To Mr Gordon, I don’t know if you are aware but the biggest autograph show in LA is The Hollywood Show and they are having an Adult Legend Reunion- January 3rd – 5th 2014. You could sign your books there.

    http://www.hollywoodshow.com/starList.php

    Facebook https://www.facebook.com/TheHollywoodShow

    • Richard Pacheco (Howie Gordon) · December 16, 2013 Reply

      I’ll be at The Hollywood Show on January 4th and 5th with a whole bunch of my adult sorority and fraternity brothers. Looking forward to it. I’ll have books to sell and sign, too.
      Thanks for the tip, Afan!

      Howie

      • Robert Wiseman · April 26, 2015 Reply

        Howie:

        Have no idea if this site is functioning nor exactly how I got to it, (No now I remember, it was Netflix) but in any event thought I would give it a try. Doing a lot of reminiscing lately, well not just lately, and started perusing the web for some of our mutual past convergences several hundred years ago. Quite something how many years have flown by just as our parents used to describe that experience which you never imagined would occur to you.

        If you are so inclined get back to me, it would be more than enjoyable to chat. At the moment, I am living half in Honduras and half in the Cayman Islands, where I am this evening.

        ROBERT

  3. Cathy Gigante-Brown · December 14, 2013 Reply

    You nailed it! Great review, very insightful about Mr. G. I had many of the same feelings about him as a performer and about “Hindsight.”

  4. Jesie Fan · December 14, 2013 Reply

    Remember Howie’s scene with the legendary Jesie St James in Easy? Jesie looked so fit in the opening scene jogging, in fact at the time of filming Easy in 1978 Charlie’s Angels was the number one show on television, I think most people would agree that Jesie St James was just as beautiful as any of the actresses that played Charlie’s Angels.
    After the jog Howie is waiting to surprise Jesie as she enters her house, the chemistry between them is smoldering. Jesie was tan, sweaty and sexy and Howie was just pumping away as his washboard abs were glistening. My only problem with that scene was it was a little silly to have a 30 year old Howie Gordon trying to play a teenage boy, but most of the San Francisco based porn actors at the time Howie, John Leslie, Holmes, King Paul and Paul Thomas were in their 30’s.
    Howie also had fantastic chemistry with the late Linda Wong, I believe Howie performed with Linda in her very last film before her untimely death

  5. Dries Vermeulen · December 21, 2013 Reply

    Thanks for posting my book review, Ashley ! I’m honoured to be part of the Rialto Report family, even if you did misspell my last name. Don’t worry, most English and American people do. It’s VermEUlen rather than VermUElen, though I suspect it’s a pronunciation problem for you guys. Phonetically, my name should be pronounced as Driss Vermehlen…

    • Ashley West · December 28, 2013 Reply

      Hi Dries!

      Welcome to The Rialto Report! And apologies for the misspelling of your name… We promise not to do it again!

    • tailagent · January 9, 2014 Reply

      Hey Dries!

      No driesrespect (lol) but then again…I got a lot of respect & admiration for your encyclopedic knowledge & always entertaining film reviews on IMDB. Just recently I saw your name pop up in the latest volume of Robin Bougie’s CINEMA SEWER (I wasn’t surprised, I was more than pleased). And if it’s true you’re going to contribute towards THE RIALTO REPORT, then that’ll be like adding whipped cream to a glass of PINK CHAMPAGNE or like having CHAMPAGNE FOR BREAKFAST. This podcast/site rocks!

      On another topic: I spent my lunchtime today at the LINDA LOVELACE – EVE OF PORN exhibition at the MUSEUM OF SEX in NYC and it was fascinating. Looking forward to watch Legs McNeil docu about her.

      Happy New Year Every Body!

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