Private Parts

Will Howard Stern fans like this canny exercise in auto-hagiography? Suffice it to say that the obvious rhetorical retorts -- unfit for family consumption -- don't even begin to approach the stratosphere of vulgarity Stern inhabits, and those who love him wouldn't have him any other way. And as to the skeptical, the shock-jock re-creates the flavor of his notoriously profane radio patter, while softening it sufficiently that you just about have to side with him against the bluestocking producer he dubs "Pig Vomit." C'mon -- churls just want to have fun. Capably directed by Betty Thomas, this freewheeling pseudodocumentary tribute to Stern's juvenile antics p...