The title of the film (and the book on which the movie is based) is little more than a media gimmick. You can picture pre-pubescent youths and those who act like them snickering over the suggestiveness title as if there is something all together too delicious about this movie that cannot be missed. But, in short, there isn't and you certainly can miss it. Because this film can be described in one word - adolescent. Its moderatly entertaining, with occassional moments meant to shock, but basically, this film, like the gangly 12 year old Stern once was, is a desperate cry to be liked.

Actually, if the film had been a little more objectionable it might have better. As it is, Private Parts wallows around for two hours, shows a few of women in various states of undress, makes some really really tasteless jokes and then ends. The film includes a number of Stern's on air antics and they are incredulous to say the least - he has a most unusual on air experience with a woman as she sits on the speakers of the radio in her living room, and he even has a naked woman give him a massage in the studio, while he describes the experience to his listeners. But, ho hum, you know, for a man who has made a career of being an outrageous and objectionable boor this film was pretty tame.

There is one "private part" of Stern that he shows is his life with his wife, Alison, and in particular his comedic treatment of her miscarriage. This is the closest he comes to sharing anything that might even be considered private - to say nothing of it being totally inappropriate for on air comedy.

But beside that honest albeit tasteless moment, the film is a cotton candy Walt Disney version of Stern's life, which is mildly entertaining, and moderately believable. The film comes to us from Paramount Pictures, but tries to look like an indeipendent film that hints that maybe Stern has put together himself he didn't, the director is who brought us the Brady Bunch. And the script isn't from Stern's pen, either, its the work of

Many members of the supporting cast, like Stern, play themselves. Robin Quivers and Fred Norris are most effective as Stern's sidekicks, and Mary McCormack plays Stern's wife with applepie sweetness. Paul Giamatti is Stern's archenemy at NBC who almost steals the show with his concluding scenes that are intersperced with the credits.

Overall its quite an entertaining film if you know nothing about Stern and just enjoy seeing an underdog come from nowhere to win the big prize. As for telling us much about Stern, it doesn't. But that might be because there's little to tell because Stern is all smoke and mirrors, just like the media, of which he is claims to be king.