

He’s had offers over the years from several networks, notably Fox, and Stern believes that, given the chance, he could beat Leno and Letterman. It’s like you have your ring out.” Stern claims that he’d like to make more movies, but even if America is truly ready to embrace Howard Stern, it’s far more tempting to envision him as the future king of late night. The guy comes back and says, ‘We tested higher than Forrest Gump and Indiana Jones.’ All of a sudden, everyone begins to move around you. “After these test screenings,” says Stern, “it reminded me of the last scene of The Godfather, when he gets his ring kissed. I’m on the air sort of playacting-or maybe not, I’m not sure-but whatever I’m doing, it’s so visible, and Alison has to put up with it. Their husbands are off f-ing some chick in North Shore Towers, but no one knows about it. They go, ‘Oh, I feel so sorry for you!’ The hypocrisy is unbelievable. Women comment to Alison on what a disgusting a–hole I am. Maybe I’m making a complete idiot out of myself, but I don’t see myself as sexist.

You’re hearing it straight from a guy’s head, exactly what he thinks about sex. I think that’s sort of, in a bizarre way, a service to women. It’s our penises controlling our brains, and I don’t want to inhibit that. I’m convinced that I’m not any different than any guy. “I think where feminists get confused about me,” he says, “is that because I’ve decided that my career should be allowing anything to happen on the air, 99 percent of my thoughts are sexual. Stern’s obsession with the women who rejected him then feeds into his obsession with bimbos now, and it has made him the whipping boy of certain feminists.
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You know, everyone who worked on the radio show would die by the time the film came out, and it would be a long list of ‘This movie is in memory of…’ But I think Howard is really, really happy when he’s in front of a microphone or a camera. “At one point,” says Robin Quivers, his rambunctiously brassy on-air partner and sidekick, “we were saying that this was going to be like Il Postino. Several of Stern’s cohorts play themselves in the movie, and all of them are feeling the pain. He does his drive-time radio show for four to five hours, gets taken to a soundstage in Queens, spends an hour or two getting into hair and makeup (there are more wigs in Private Parts than there are characters), and then shoots the movie from noon to 7 p.m., finishing up in time to make his 8 p.m. and leaves his Long Island home to arrive at the studios of WXRK (K-Rock) in midtown Manhattan by 5:30 a.m. He’s endured a work schedule that would test Hercules. Blasting away at all comers, including, in the film’s inspired centerpiece, his bosses at New York’s WNBC Radio, he becomes the renegade triumphant, a kamikaze hipster who uses his words like weapons.Īs the filming of Private Parts winds down, Stern, whose daily radio show airs on 35 stations nationwide, reaching an estimated audience of more than 10 million, couldn’t be happier. The heart of the movie, though, is the development of Stern’s radio career, an anarchic parallel universe in which the Nice Guy wreaks his vengeance upon the world. We see the nice Jewish kid who grows up on suburban Long Island, stumbles through college looking like a graduate of the ”Weird Al” Yankovic School of Better Grooming, and faithfully sticks by Alison, his devoted wife of nearly 19 years.

The movie takes off on the Duality of Howard. Private Parts, a rudely hilarious adaptation of his best-selling 1993 autobiography, stays true to what Stern’s fans have always loved about him. Howard Stern - satirical Antichrist scourge of the FCC Lenny Bruce of the information age man who made America safe for butt bongo, small penises, and Fartman comic genius - may now be on the verge of winning that fight.
