Unexpected Outcomes: Carl Parker and David Savage

Unexpected Outcomes: Carl Parker and David Savage

Every week, The Rialto Report reveals a deep dive into a person or subject connected with the golden age of adult film. Often these pieces take several months to research and compile, and we only publish when we are confident we have a new and interesting story to tell.

But what happens when we spend time looking for someone but are not successful in finding them? Or perhaps worse, what happens when we do find someone but their memories aren’t what we expected?

In this Rialto Report, we look at two recent searches – in this case for the actors Carl Parker and David Savage – where the end result was not what we expected it be.


Some actors come and go. You see them in countless films but they may not leave a lasting impression. They are in a sense cinematic wallpaper.

But others stick. For some reason, their image burns their way into your head and lingers forever. Maybe they have more talent. Maybe it’s their appearance that resonates.

Or maybe it’s just you. You make a personal connection with them. You wonder who they are. What can you perhaps learn about the real person from the characters they inhabit? And what happened to them when the camera and the lights were turned off?

Take two actors who were favorites of the director Radley Metzger: Carl Parker and David Savage.

Radley preferred to use new faces in each film. “I don’t want people to be distracted by people they recognize from movies,” he’d say. But he made exceptions with Carl Parker and David Savage, each who appeared in several of his films.

On the face of it, they were two very different actors, but both of them are intriguing.

Carl Parker was born to be a Radley Metzger lead. Tall, urbane, strikingly handsome, and a man’s man. He looked like a bricklayer and a cruel patrician at the same time. He had a lantern jaw, an intellectual coiffure, and a dimple in his chin you could park your bike in. He was the suave lead in The Image (1975) and the interloping handyman in Score (1974).

Carl ParkerCarl Parker in Score (1974)


David Savage on the other hand was slight, friendly and nerdy, apologetic, and at times effeminate. He featured in hardcore Henry Paris films such as The Private Afternoons of Pamela Mann (1974) and Naked Came the Stranger (1975).

David SavageDavid Savage in ‘The Private Afternoons of Pamela Mann’ (1974)


While they never crossed paths in Radley’s films, they shared a couple of traits. Both of them were hardly prolific in their acting career, and both disappeared from the screen after the mid 1970s. And neither have ever spoken about their film memories.

Several months ago, The Rialto Report wanted to reach out to them both and ensure that their stories were preserved.


Biographical details for Carl Parker were hard to come by. We didn’t even know if ‘Carl Parker’ was his real name.

He made just three films aside from the two he made with Radley. His first appearance was in a walk-on role as a tennis player in the Golden Globe-nominated John and Mary (1969), an early Dustin Hoffman film featuring Mia Farrow.

The same year, Parker also had a starring role in the spaghetti-war film Uccidete Rommel (aka Kill Rommel!) playing a U.S. Lieutenant in World War 2 who heads up a mission to kill the German general, Erwin Rommel. The film was shot on location in Egypt and at the Elios Studios in Rome, which had been used for The Good, the Bad and the Ugly (1966) and Django (1966).

Carl ParkerCarl Parker in ‘Kill Rommel’ (1969)


Parker’s performance in the war epic can be viewed in two ways. His acting is wooden and stilted. But he looks sensational, and in exploitation films that goes a long way.

Carl ParkerCarl Parker in ‘Kill Rommel’ (1969)


His masculine good looks had already been in demand for several years – for a variety of products. If an advertising agency wanted to sell trucks, camping gear or whisky, Carl Parker was the man. Before long, the Silva Thin cigarette guys came knocking. They wanted a turtleneck-wearing, wraparound shade-adorned, James Bond-clone who could smoke his way through a series of print and TV commercials. They liked what they saw in Parker, and made him the face of the campaign. The ads would play to his strengths. He would rarely speak, but he looked stunning.

Carl Parker in 'Kill Rommel' (1969)


The campaign revolved around the long, thin cigarettes – linking them to the desire for women to be thin. Predictably Parker’s character in the ads proved controversial. He portrayed a debonair, smooth, but cold-hearted and calculating male chauvinist. He ignored the women who fawned over him, and refused to let them have one of cigarettes His catchphrase? “Cigarettes are like women. The best ones are thin and rich.”

Carl Parker in 'Kill Rommel' (1969)


The backlash was immediate. Editorials railed against the overt sexism. The National Organization of Women demanded a boycott of the brand. No dice. Sales increased, and Parker’s contract was renewed. He made a fortune.

Carl Parker



David Savage’s real name was unknown to us as well. His career in film started just as Carl Parker’s was finishing and reflected the changing times. He was a hardcore performer who appeared in over 20 films – both gay and straight.

His film experience started the day he turned up at agent Dorothy Palmer’s midtown location, and asked if she had any acting work. Radley had been to see her the previous week inquiring about talent willing to perform sex on camera. Radley was contemplating making his first hardcore film after a career spent making elegant European-infused erotica. Darby Lloyd Rains and Marc Stevens, both veteran fuck stars by this point, were also in Palmer’s office nosing around for a paying gig. Palmer barked at them all. If they were willing to copulate on camera, she would send their details to Radley. Darby and Marc casually agreed, while Savage accepted more reluctantly.

David SavageDavid Savage (and Darby Lloyd Rains) in Naked Came The Stranger (1975)


David became pals with Marc and part of the revolving door of freaks, wannabes and lovers hanging out at Marc’s Village apartment on Bedford Street. David told Marc he want to act on stage, and feared that sex films would damage his prospects. Marc told him not to worry, and to take the name ‘David Savage’.

Savage’s first film appearance was Radley’s first Henry Paris film, The Private Afternoons of Pamela Mann (1975). He portrays an office worker who is verbally abused by a receptionist but still ends up having sex with her.

Over the next few years, he would appear in films by Chuck Vincent, Lloyd Kaufman and John Amero – but no one who worked with him could remember much about him.

David SavageDavid Savage in Naked Came The Stranger (1975)


Eventually we came across one of David’s old friends, Anthony S., – and set up some time to speak with him.


In the end we also tracked Carl Parker down to a rural area of upstate New York. We called him and he was happy to speak on the phone, but said his memory of working with Radley was vague. He admitted to never having seen Score or The Image. Parker spoke freely about the rest of his life.

“A lot of my memories are vague, and most of my life now is one contiguous senior moment, with brief exposures to rational and realistic thinking. I have some memories. I’ve lived quite a full life, so I forget a lot. I’m consistently erratic, like my tennis game.

My grandparents were remarkable people. My grandfather was the economist, Carlton H. Parker. He taught Economics at UC-San Francisco, and was appointed Executive Secretary of the State Immigration and Housing Commission of California. He had socialist leanings and fought for the common man. I’m named Carlton Hubble Parker III after him.

My grandmother, Cornelia Stratton Parker, was the first American woman to climb the Matterhorn, and she was a prolific writer. She traveled around with the Women’s Suffrage in her day, and wrote a biography of her husband called An American Idyll: the Life of Carleton H. Parker.

I was born in 1937, the oldest son, and I grew up in a 600-acre socialist boarding school for boys in Williamstown, Massachusetts. We were taught to be rugged and self-sufficient. We cut our own lumber and built houses and roads. It was an adventure.

My parent started the school in 1937 on the side of the mountain there. We called it Swiss Meadows, but it was actually named the The Carlton Hubble Parker School after my grandfather. It was a small place with big gardens and swimming holes. It was really like paradise.

I never gave a career any thought. I’ve always been a non-conformist, but that’s like being a felon nowadays.

When I left home, I bounced around a few colleges in the late 1950s but never graduated. I started off at Williams then I was at Brooklyn College, McGill and a few others. Then I travelled across the ocean on a freighter and lived in Austria and the French Riviera for a year. I left home with $212, but I didn’t care. I was young and traveling the world, and having the time of my life.

I came back to the U.S. as I was going to be drafted. After sending me to Mississippi to be an air traffic control tower operator, I worked out a way to flim-flam the Army for the next two and a half years. I was granted a temporary duty assignment (TDA), because I represented the US Army at skiing in the winter and tennis in the summer. These assignments weren’t meant to last for long but I got them to keep renewing them for almost three years. I was making good money doing this too! I had access to half a chalet up in the mountains and a 170 four-door diesel Mercedes sedan. And, of course, a girlfriend or four. I had German clothes, Italian shoes, and a BMW motorcycle with a sidecar. I had the time of my life.

After that ended, I ended up in Greenwich Village. Man, that was really a wild time. The birth control pill had come out, and women were out hunting…  They didn’t want to know anything about you. They certainly didn’t want to know your last name. They just wanted to fuck you. Simple as that. There were great orgies too.

Somehow I fell into the modeling business. I was in the right place at the right time. People wanted to see more rugged men. They were tired of the pretty boys who were considered bland. So I came along… unkempt, uneven teeth, and dressed very differently.

They started me off at $40 an hour – which was a huge amount of money then – and it just kept increasing. I had so much money that I started a real estate business in Brooklyn.

I enjoyed the modeling but I wasn’t under any illusions. I looked at it as high-end organized crime, because they were just selling shit. That was my socialist background coming out.

I don’t remember how I became the Silva thin cigarette man. I had a Paul Newman kind of look, and maybe they liked that. The character I portrayed was very popular. I didn’t know why. I had no idea.



The Silva campaign took off right away. I played it as a sarcastic, conceited, Italian chauvinist pig behind dark glasses. I remember one commercial was me and a girl driving around the Place de la Concorde in a motorcycle with a sidecar. When we stopped in traffic, she reaches into the pocket of my blazer from the sidecar, and lifts my pack of cigarettes. I notice this so I throw a lever, which releases the sidecar. The sidecar then drops to the ground. The light changes, and I go off alone in the motorcycle, leaving the chick behind.

I hadn’t had much experience acting before doing the ads. I had a speech impediment that I was conscious of, but I guess the ads were entertaining and people found them amusing.

I was highly sought after, but I didn’t give a fuck about it because I knew it was all fraudulent. I knew it was just a form of drug selling. I knew that selling the cigarettes was like prostitution.

Around this time I got married. She was a model, assistant photographer, makeup artist, a dancer, all rolled up in one… a kind of hippie chick. The marriage lasted for a decade. I was wretched. I was just the epitome of a male control freak.

We moved to Italy in the late 1960s – because of the election of Richard Nixon. I said, “Fuck this. If Nixon wins, we’re out of here.” And sure enough we moved to Rome in 1968, four days after Nixon won.

I had this actor friend named Tom Hunter, who let us stay in this wonderful four story high-end apartment house, totally furnished. it was  surrounded on three sides by gardens and was on a little dead end cobblestone street, right off the Via Veneto. He was going to Hollywood for a year or two so he let us stay there.

I auditioned for some Italian films, often Westerns. Once I went for a Western, and I told them I could ride horses – which I couldn’t! I was terrible. I never liked that bouncing on my balls. But I always had the courage to try anything, no matter how dangerous. They saw that I was fearless, and gave me the part.

Eventually I got a starring role in Kill Rommel. It was an amazing experience, with a wonderful old German actor named Anton Diffring. We went to Cairo to film that. Talk about having a grenade with no pin on the emotion. A lot of drama… We shot it in 1969, not long after the war of 1967 in Egypt.

Carl ParkerCarl Parker in ‘Kill Rommel’ (1969)


Eventually I came back to California, but I didn’t have much joy finding film work there. That wasn’t a big problem because I had a lot of commercials running, and I was getting residuals from them. I made a great amount of money in those days. I didn’t want to work much either so it was a good time.

In the end, I just wanted a country place, so I moved to upstate New York and did some real estate. I sold barns for a time. My company was called ‘Barns are Noble’. I got sued, of course, but I stood my ground and won.

Right now I’m very busy doing nothing – and having the time of my life.”


Carl was interested in the films he made for Radley, and said that if we sent him copies, he’d be happy to view them and see what memories they triggered.

We sent him DVDs of Score and The Image, and we agreed to speak at a later date when he’d had chance to watch them.



David Savage’s friend Anthony’s memories of the one-time adult film actor were limited but helpful.

Anthony first met David at The Big Top, a cinema and theater space at 1604 Broadway that catered to a gay audience. When Anthony directed a gay porn film titled In The Heat of the Knight (1976), he asked David to be one of the leads.

David Savage


Anthony remembered that David was a classically trained ballet dancer who hailed from Baltimore. David came to New York in the early 1970s seeking a performing career.

He lived on 2nd Avenue just down the road from the United Nations building, and had a string of part time jobs. David was a quiet soul, Anthony said, preferring to keep himself to himself.

Anthony hadn’t been in touch with David for decades. He heard that David had moved out to San Diego in the mid 1980s to pursue a career in theater and dance, and had lost contact with him since then.

But Anthony did remember one critical detail. He told us David Savage’s real name: it was David Zinsavage.

David SavagePublicity still of David Savage for In The Heat of the Knight (1976)


A couple of months after we mailed Carl Parker the DVDs, we had the chance to visit him in upstate New York.

He lives in a rural community and he likes it like that: “I’m just a country boy at heart,” he booms when we meet him. “I have no interest in traveling again.”

Upon meeting him, the first thing that struck us was his physical appearance. Gone is the suave, lady-killer of the Silva Thins commercials and The Image.

Carl ParkerCarl Parker in 2017


Carl ParkerCarl Parker (with The Rialto Report’s April Hall)


The second feature that stands out is that he has lost none of his left-wing fire-brand rhetoric.

“My grandfather fought against the big industrialists of the land, but nothing has change today. We’re still the same. Now the plantation owners are the big time CEOs, and they’ve carved up all the institutions. Unfortunately for the last six decades, America has been the world’s most terrorist, violent, evil, out of control drug addict, slaughtering people and poisoning the earth. The CEOs are basically running the new plantations which are now these large multi-national companies. Why? So the big boys can have their big toys.”

After we discuss health care, the role of the church, and the state of education, we ask Parker about what he thought of the films we had sent him. Had they reignited any memories? Any long-forgotten moments? We mention that Radley had hired him twice, and together they had travelled to the former Yugoslavia to make Score and to Paris to film scenes for The Image, so he must have gotten to know the director pretty well. What was his first impression in seeing the films?

Carl leans over conspiratorially. “That wasn’t me in the sex scenes,” he says firmly. “It just wasn’t me.”

We ask what he means.

Carl says: “I remember auditioning for The Image in New York. I remember shooting the interiors in (McCarthy-era attorney and one-time Donald Trump mentor) Roy Cohn‘s town house on East 69th Street. And I remember the female lead (Mary Mendum). Blonde, attractive. Everyone was a Barbie doll, selling themselves in their own way.

Carl ParkerCarl Parker (and Mary Mendum) in The Image


But the S&M scenes, the bondage and whipping, and the sex… that wasn’t me. He cut my head off and put it on another body. I never heard that he was going to do that. This is the first time I’ve seen it.

I looked at the films you sent me in disbelief. It was amazing to see these situations that I never did. It’s unbelievable…”

Carl ParkerCarl Parker (and Mary Mendum) in The Image


We express skepticism at the idea.

Carl says: “I know. I’ve been thinking about it every day since you sent me the films. These things happen, I guess. But it wasn’t me. No way”

Looking at Carl, we believed that he believed this. Confronted with images of his younger self from over 40 years ago, he had no explanation for what he saw on the screen. He had no memory of it. His only option is to assume it wasn’t him.

He looked reluctant to continue talking about the films, so we dropped the subject. Eventually the time came to leave, and we agreed to keep in touch.

“Maybe one day, I’ll wake up and remember something that will be useful to you,” he said with a half-hearted smile.


Once we knew David Savage’s real name was David Zinsavage, we looked him up. We were eager to talk with another of the foot soldiers that made up the tapestry of adult film in New York.

On 15th June 2017 we looked him up online. A few clicks later, we found that he had died in Manhattan exactly 25 years ago to the day.


One thing we’ve learned over the years is that while every Rialto Report is revealing, not every revelation is what’s expected – or maybe even hoped for. No easy answers or cliched endings like films. Just real people who lived or are living real lives, more than forty years on from a golden age.

  • Posted On: 5th November 2017
  • By: The Rialto Report
  • Under: Articles · Photos


  1. Steven Otero · November 5, 2017 Reply

    Just Amazing !!! The Rialto Report always delivers !

  2. Dave Newsome · November 5, 2017 Reply

    Interesting piece and a fascinating glimpse into the lives of two actors. I wish I could know more about Savage as he remains a cypher.

    • Arthur L Liebhaber · July 26, 2023 Reply

      I just came across this article. I knew David (Zinsavage) had died, but not when. I was David’s supervisor for a few years at NYU’s Bobst Library when it first opened in 1973. He was a typist (full-time) and I was a proofreader–of catalog cards! We were also friends, but not close friends. I was still in the closet at the time. He lived in Park Slope, Brooklyn. I remember him taking ballet classes and hoping to become a dancer, although I thought he was too old to be starting in that field. I got promoted and moved to the Graduate Business Library near the World Trade Center, and didn’t see him much after that and then I moved to Florida in May of ’76. We were not in touch.

  3. Biff · November 5, 2017 Reply

    More downbeat that usual.
    But no less intriguing.

  4. Susie · November 5, 2017 Reply

    Wow. I love your surprise safaris like this. One thing you have shown over and over again is that the crossover between fashion, advertising, “mainstream” film and porn films, was ever=present and continuous, both in NY and LA. For all the handwringing about keeping such careers separate, it wasn’t! I wish IMDB reflected all that!

    • The Rialto Report · November 11, 2017 Reply

      Thanks Susie – we too are so interested by the industry cross-over. And thank you for all the work you do in the field!

  5. JJ Marsh · November 5, 2017 Reply

    Rialto Report has been on a roll in recent weeks – exceeding even your usual stratospheric standards – but this episode beats them all.

    It’s a tribute to your relentless research; though it’s also a reminder that sometimes the passing of time outruns even the most dedicated historians.

    David Savage’s appearances in …PAMELA MANN are brief but they’re as hilarious as they are memorably odd.

    If I recall correctly, he sidles up to the seated receptionist – played with great comic skill by Day Jason – unzips his fly and starts to jack off next to her face, to which she reacts with hilariously deadpan disdain.

    It’s a classic repeating joke, rooted in the sort of surreal silliness which reminds me of ROWAN AND MARTIN’S LAUGH-IN or perhaps even HELLZAPOPPIN.

    What other adult film directors of the era would have bothered to dream up a quickie gag like that, let alone making the effort to actually shoot it?

    It’s this sort of detail that elevates Radley’s films to another level; and I think that it demonstrates how – while he’s associated with wit and sophistication – he also knew how to craft an imaginative dirty joke, creating the perfect mix of high and low humour.

    Turning to Carl Parker, I’ve not seen KILL ROMMEL so cannot comment on it; but I must say that he’s damn good in THE IMAGE and excellent in SCORE.

    In the latter, his seduction scene with Elvira and Betsy on the patio – when he recounts reading the erotic adventures of a telephone repair man in a pulp paperback – is played pitch-perfect; on the surface it’s just relaxed banter but every line is loaded with meaning.

    Natural charm and charisma can get you so far on screen; but his performance as Mike goes way beyond that, creating a fully rounded character.

    I always think, whenever I re-watch SCORE, that I’ve enjoyed spending 90 minutes in the presence of these five people.

    That they are all so credible and likeable is a tribute to the performances by Carl and his fellow actors, as well as to Radley’s masterly direction and to Jerry Douglas’s brilliant script; it must have been wonderful to have such rich dialogue to deliver.

    As for Carl’s memories – or lack thereof – of his involvement with Radley and his unexpected response to viewing the films, what to say? (Well, apart from the fact that his recollection that THE IMAGE was shot in Roy Cohn’s town house is priceless!) But it’s great to hear that his political consciousness still burns bright.

    And it’s great that you are there, Ashley and April, to record all this for posterity; even when – as in the case of David Savage – the Grim Reaper gets there first.

    Though I feel sure you’re not calling ‘case closed’ on that one, because who knows what information somebody might be harbouring, not realising that it’s valuable until the Rialto Report give them a call…

  6. Phil Schifley · November 6, 2017 Reply

    Great peek into how not every story is a treasure trove of info, but the people behind them after still fascinating nonetheless. One thing though, I believe Carl’s grandfather was Carlton Hubbell Parker (not Hubble). I think you have the spelling wrong. But another great piece of journalism.

    • The Rialto Report · November 11, 2017 Reply

      Thank you so much Phil for the note and the suggestion on Carl’s grandfather’s name!

  7. LEON-PAUL DE BRUYN · November 6, 2017 Reply

    Congrats on this beautiful melancholic article!

  8. Angela · November 6, 2017 Reply

    This was amazing! I love, for good or bad, finding out what happened to the people in the golden age. The stories are always a surprise. Can’t wait for the day The Rialto report does a piece on Rene Bond’s long time partner and guy who went from early 70’s porn to the golden age, Ric Lutze. If that ever happens…wow!

    • Basking for Blake · November 8, 2017 Reply

      I also like to see what happened to the stars of the golden age, I hope some day Rialto tells us what happened to one of porn’s first Milfs (the term was not around in 1984) Chelsea Blake. Where did she come from? How did Chelsea achieve those ripped muscles, was she a former bodybuilder? Whey did she leave so early in 1985, pressure from a husband or boyfriend?

      • Freddy B. · November 11, 2017 Reply

        I know a little bit about Chelsea Blake. She was dancing and acting in off-off broadway and regional theater while working a regular office job by day for over a decade before getting into porn (the birthdate on the web is off by several years – she was born in the 1940s). She met R. Bolla on a audition for a play and befriended him. She was a single mother by this time. Years later, she was struggling financially and tired of her daytime job and Bolla suggested she try porn out. She did and the rest is history. No idea what she is up to today. Hopefully she’s doing well.

        • Basking for Blake · November 12, 2017 Reply

          Thank you Freddy B, very nice of you to write this. I figured she was some type of dancer, she walked like one, had a certain grace when she moved. I also figured they had her birth date wrong, they list her as 1964, that is the same year that Crystal Breeze, Amber Lynn and Stacey Donovan were born . Though Chelsea kept herself in amazing shape, when she did a scene with Amber Lynn there was no way they could be the same age? She was a good actress, could have pictured her being a character actress in mainstream movies. I don’t think they were even using the term Milf back when Chelsea Blake and Tantala Ray were making films?

  9. Elliot James · November 6, 2017 Reply

    I remember the Silva Thins Man. There’s a couple of ads on Youtube. He played that snob card very well. I didn’t know he worked in Radley’s movies. He looked very different from the Silva ads.

  10. Marilyn Roberts · November 6, 2017 Reply

    I will always remember Carl Parker as the great looking man I starred in THE IMAGE with. He was always a gentleman, he worked hard, and was not really pretentious at all. FB: Marilyn Joan Roberts

  11. Rick · November 6, 2017 Reply

    A few miscellaneous remarks:

    –In the original play that SCORE was based on, Carl Parker’s repairman role was played by the unknown Sylvester Stallone.

    –Some wonderful writing in this piece. “He looked like a bricklayer and a cruel patrician at the same time.” And when you see the photos of him, how apt! I know you guys are only able to do this in your spare time with unrelated day jobs, but for dedicated hobbyists, your writing, research and presentation are pretty damn professional!

    –Is April’s army surplus jacket (this isn’t the first time we’ve seen it) a living tribute to Robert DeNiro’s 42nd-street-inhabiting character in TAXI DRIVER? 🙂

    • The Rialto Report · November 11, 2017 Reply

      Thank you so much for the compliments on the writing Rick and great observation on April Hall’s army jacket. Thank goodness her interviewing is a bit better than her fashion sense!

  12. J. Walter Puppybreath · November 6, 2017 Reply

    Outstanding, RR!
    If Parker did do a Euro-western I probably own it, or have seen it. 😉

  13. Louie Max · November 8, 2017 Reply

    Well F’n Done!

  14. Patrick Palmer · November 9, 2017 Reply

    Again, another Gold Star. Well done! I am also pleased with the amount of respect given to the stars. You knew when to back off and drop the topic when it became an issue of contention. Very well done.

  15. Li · November 12, 2017 Reply

    I guess I have to accept it but i refuse at this moment to believe that Carl Parker has changed so drastically!!! Gone are the strong jaw line cleft in the chin and the full lips. Gone are the details and memories of his past ..a past which i would think would be hard to forget. How do you know you were talking to the real Carl Parker??? Sorry it just is so hard to believe..its just not like him at least in my opinion. How has he changed so much? I wish there was more to the story. I was crazy about Carl back in the day..ugh its just nuts!!! Fantastic article..as always Rialto Report you are incredible!!!

    • Rick · November 13, 2017 Reply

      Li, he was not yet 40 when he did those films. He’s 80 now, and looking pretty spry for that age. Peoples’ faces puff up as they age. Check out the toothy off-center smile in the photo of him with April Hall, and several of the “Kill Rommel” pictures. It’s the same guy. As it says in the Book of Ecclesiastes, “time and chance happeneth to them all.”

  16. Anthony LoGatto · November 12, 2017 Reply

    Anybody want to update David Savage’s IMDB and IAFD page to mention his passing?

  17. Avatar610 · November 22, 2017 Reply

    What became of David Savage’s “In the Heat of the Knight” costar Mike DeMarco? He did both gay and straight films and had a hot muscular body, as the above newspaper ad photo shows!

  18. Jay · December 8, 2017 Reply

    Too bad about David Savage’s early demise. I was hoping to get some information , finally, on Mike DeMarco , his co-star in In the heat of the Knight. Mike did a few gay films, in the 1970s,as well as a few straight ones, and from what I found out, was a well known gay entertainer in clubs in Queen during that time,and stripped in clubs throughout New York.Moving to Los Angeles in the early 1980s, he eventually totally crossed over to straight , and did maybe a dozen films, circa 85-86. He was starting to become a big straight pornstar, with his powerfucking of Stacey Donovan & Amber Lynn in MIami Spice 2. DeMarco,known for his inability to stay hard during both his gay and straight films, was , certainly at the top of his game in this film. The scenes are unforgettable. Then, he was just totally gone. Surprisingly, around 1990, he resurfaced for one last gay magazine appearance, and has been totally off the grid since then. I regret not having responded to DeMarco’s constantly running ad in The Advocate magazine in 86. I didn’t know he would soon be totally disconnected from the adult agency. Hopefully, The Rialto Report or someone will give some updates on DeMarco and other Porn hunks like Nick Niter, Greg Derek,Craig Roberts,Ron Hudd, Michael Knight, Ashley Moore and Colt Steele. Aside from Eric Edwards and, finally, Jeffrey Hurst, none of the great looking hetero guys of porn get the recognition they deserve. As a gay man I am repulsed by Marc Stevens, who embodies the typical gay looking man to me.And of course, Ron Jeremy , is to me, like Rosie O’Donnell is to straight men; repulsive and totally sexless. Yet , they and the 4 other unattractive main male stars of porn,are the only ones who keep reappearing here. The Rialto Report is gay friendly , but never pays homage to the guys who helped smalltown guys like me get through the trying young periods of our Life, when our only form of sexual entertainment was straight porn films. If anyone is interested in these men of classic porn ,I have contributed to the advancement of vintage-erotica-forum.com by adding about 2 dozen of these guys threads to the site. Sadly, though most of them did solo and gay print and film appearances, vintageroticaforum showed it’s sexism , by forcing me to remove the gay and solo content, and adding them to the vintage gay content thread of the site. I enlightened one fan, though. He was amazed to see how many of these men engaged in homosexual behavior,when he only knew them as hetero. I am pleased to know I relieved this guy from thinking any gay thoughts or fantasies he had were normal by seeing said photos. Here’s to the day when Ron Jeremy finally retires…It will be a turning point in sexuality; no longer will porn be seen as a woman prostituting herself. After all, no woman performing in a sex scene with Ronny(who’s also not very humourous either) wants to be there. It will be a minor advancement for me, I will just get more eye candy(via the endless,former, ahh,”strippers” who., beginning in the 90s began appearing in Southern California porn), but a major one for women , proving that men no longer have the classic hidden contempt for women they are said to have for them by degrading them by having them have sex with Ron Jeremy. It will be the end of what they tell these women after they are through with them in 18 months:”You’re a junkie, a dyke(another way of showing their contempt for women is having them have gay sex) and you’re such a whore you will even have sex with a pig like Ron Jeremy.” Happy Holidays

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