Not the Howard Stern biopic but a raunchy, raw, offbeat thriller from cult fave Paul Bartel. A teen runaway shows up at her estranged aunt's weird hotel to stay and finds herself a voyeur who also happens to have a thing for latex dolls, onto which he attaches blown-up photos of various women. Oh, and someone's hacking off people's heads with a machete. The two might be related. I enjoyed the writing - particularly the twist at the end, which is nebulous and yet still quite plausible - and the performances of Ayn Ruymen (as Chair-yl the teen) and Lucille Benson (as creepy Aunt Martha), which are both top notch. If you want a psychological thriller that makes you uneasy, well! Here you go. There's a reason it's an underground hit.
Review of Private Parts
