|Director:|| Betty Thomas|
|Writers:|| Len Blum and Michael Kalesniko|
|Director of Photography:||Walt Lloyd|
|Production Designer:||Charles Rosen|
|Paramount; R; 90 minutes|
|Cast:||Howard Stern, Robin Quivers, Mary McCormack, Fred Norris, Jackie Martling and Paul Giamatti|
|Based on the book by Howard Stern|
The hardest part of watching Private Parts is admitting you enjoyed it. But liking does not mean believing. Come on now, does anyone really think that the shock jock who boasts about his small penis and talks, in excruciating detail, about his sex life is really a nice guy? He tries very hard to be convincing. There are raunchy moments in the film, but skillful editing and timing make them secondary to Howard's Woody Allen–like story of a scrawny, Long Island Jewish kid who manufactured himself into the self-proclaimed King of All Media. The bitter verbal and occasionally physical battles between Stern and his NBC boss (Giamatti), whom he refers to as Pig Vomit, reveal a deep hatred on both parts, and possibly Stern's true colors. A case study of media manipulation at its best.