No gem, this, but rather a staggeringly unfunny error. The conceit of it being a radio play allows the performers to read from scripts, which in many cases it seems that they are seeing for the first time. Some of the content reminds of comedy from 40-50 years ago, like "Carry-On" films or sitcoms like "It Ain't Half Hot, Mum", except that in those comedies some of the jokes worked. In "Dick", dud after dud clunks to floor. The same innuendo in the show's title must be done 100 times, bludgeoning the audience with Dick. The collective talent on stage is amazing, but nothing they do brings it to life; possibly Tim Curry pulls the hardest, but even he can't make it tumescent. If you can make to the end of this flaccid nonsense then I salute you.
Review of What About Dick?
