My Dick Done Broke


Take a Sam Shepard
character (a gruff alcoholic
in his early thirties who’s lost his ability to “jazz it up with women”), place him in a
Beckettian skit (i.e., make him crawl around, semiparalyzed, on a suspended platform as
he carries on a muttering
conversation with himself),
add an eclectic soundtrack
of background music, and
let cook for 60 minutes on a moderate flame. Oops! Almost forgot the most important
ingredient—one D.J. Mendel to perform the routine with gritty conviction and macho flair.
The result, known as My Dick Done Broke, should serve
a small audience with an
appetite for solo psychodrama about a drunk grappling with the shame of skid row. Don’t, however, make the mistake of expecting the recipe to live
up to its cocky title. The rewards of watching a talented actor sustain a whiskey-fueled interior monologue with natural
compassion and humility
are mercifully subtler.