With Private Parts, Howard Stern, demon-spawn of drive-time radio, decided to make a movie and play nice. Based on his book of the same name, Stern plays himself and recounts his life, which could have been so self-indulgent it would be unwatchable. The saving grace of Private Parts is that it is funny. Very funny in fact. From his teenage years to his first days on the radio (at a country music station) to his protracted battles with corporate brass, Stern's episodic life is scripted, condensed, given a nice gloss coating, and played with a likable, even humor. Stern's co-host Robin Quivers joins in (playing herself, natch). Apparently, Stuttering John was left on the cutting-room floor.