Private Parts

Private Parts reminded me of a classic British joke about a countryman who travels to London and sees the monument of Admiral Nelson. "Who is that, good sir?" - "That's the man who made Great Britain what it is today." - "I feel it's terribly unfair to blame the decline of the monarchy on just one person." So, I finally discovered Howard Stern as the culprit who was responsible for the decline of quality public journalism, which had a great reputation and support in the 70s thanks to the uncovering of a series of corrupt and political scandals. Since the 80s, it has gradually been replaced by a more superficial, entertaining style, with tabloid sensations and cheap jokes taking center stage. The film itself is made with ease, it is appropriately entertaining, and the main character is undeniably likable - after all, he invested in it himself and wrote the story. As for his true nature and to what extent he actually corresponds to his image as an exemplary partner and father in reality, only he knows. Overall impression: 80%. (13.05.2011)

A self-absorbed ode to a radio anarchist who plays himself in his own biography. That wouldn’t be an issue - a lot of jokes could have been made out of it - but the film isn't funny at all. Stern speaks obscenities, gargles semen, and farts into the microphone, but otherwise has a rant full of insults that left me feeling a little annoyed. From the confrontation with Paul Giamatti, a spark of hope flashes, as two different worlds finally collide, but the director totally falls behind and continues to routinely stack scenes. But I guess that's the way "Divine Howard" wanted it. Excessively boring. (14.03.2010)