I didn't know much about Howard Stern before seeing Private Parts, and I still don't know much about him. The events that shape his life in this movie are so outrageous and comical that I don't know how much I believe.

But the movie is still mildly comical. Stern's form of comedy works on the big screen, and most of the people in the film are the real thing.

Several times throughout the film Stern hallucinates, and he usually pictures women naked. This is all fine and dandy but it isn't as funny as either he or the director wanted. It is when that Stern is doing the real thing - his radio bits - that the movie shines. Unfortunately, that's only about half of the movie.

Private Parts also has a lot of slow scenes thrown in for the hell of it, mainly focusing on Stern's strained wife with his more normal wife, Alison (what does she see in him, exactly?). I found myself really bored during some of these scenes, and I shouldn't get bored in a comedy. Or in any movie for that matter.

Private Parts is better than I expected but still not good enough to be considered a good comedy.

Review by Erik Samdahl. Erik is a marketing and technology executive by day, avid movie lover by night. He is a member of the Seattle Film Critics Society.