J. CHRISTINE GORDON
Favorite TV Show: Dexter
Favorite Broadway Show: Hedwig and the Angry Inch
Favorite Book: Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck
Favorite Condiment: Hot Sauce (Pretty much anything that burns my tongue)
J. Christine Gordon was born and raised in Brooklyn, NY. She is fresh out out of high school and currently taking a gap year before heading back to college, where she plans to study Public Relations and Computer Science. Passionate about the arts, it is an absolute pleasure to get the opportunity to write about her personal experiences. After a taste of just how wonderful theatre can be, throughTDF's Open Doors Program, she is excited to discover what more NYC's theatre community has to offer.
This story contains the dreaded part of life where children need to start looking at how to take care of the people who had once done the same for them - their parent.
Michael Moore. Hot Dogs.
I didn’t go in expecting it to be bad, so I didn’t jinx myself; the topic is in the pool of my usual interests; I was expecting to like the female/female relationship set in the 40’s (50’s, 60’s, I don’t remember)
Andrew and Christine went to Semicolon Theatre Company's Resistance at the Wild Project and filmed their response...
... this story follows a woman in her late twenties (whose name I’ve completely blanked on), she has her life all together and then all of a sudden her future self pays her a visit and from there on out shit gets messy.
This is slowly turning into a love letter to Michael Urie… actually, yes, correction: this is now a full blown love letter to Mr. Urie and his curls.
I love a good depressing love story (it makes my pessimist heart swell), but by far the best part of this story was the fact that there wasn’t really a ‘bad guy’ in this situation.
This play occurs in the span of about a week, and the chaos that ensues I imagine could only happen in one of my mum’s Spanish soap operas.
Yes, it’s crude and borderline racist, but has anyone taken a minute to look at the news or walk down any street in NYC? Welcome to America’s ugly side.
I read the book back in high school (as did both the ppl sitting beside me, they wouldn't shut up about it) during my English professor's Orwell phase. Of course my mind was blown back then with all the 'big brother' stuff. I clearly remember googling political conspiracies as I was reading the book - let's just say that the hw and oral exam for that English semester was some of my best work in high school.
Her one liners would get their own damn applause, and one in particular stuck with me. She recounted that every morning as part of her morning routine she would look into the mirror and call herself beautiful, then “defy the mirror to tell her otherwise”.
At this point, a lot of social interaction has been diluted to disingenuous acknowledgment based on politeness. Thoughts like this for me are born out of the saddest episodes of my life, which is essentially what the world in which this story takes place.
Gemma: I've never seen a ballet that wasn't all lovey-dovey
Andrew: Omg! Same!!! Let's start from the top!
Gemma: And this show was super...heavy. It's a good thing I had a margarita beforehand haha
Christine: Yeah it's not every day you see a pas de deux with a pedo and a little girl
This is the thing with stories like this... nothing is ever definite and it's filled with very few moments of genuinely intense emotion, which makes sense to me since most of life (at least city life) is spent doing trivial and superficial things.
Let’s be real for a sec, though, I don’t use words like “shook” and “lit”, but damn it, if there has ever been a show that I can actually say ‘shook’ me. I’ve been shaken, wobbled, rocked, and tossed. I cried THREE TIMES - three! Actual perspiration from my tear ducts running down my face.
It’s really the most comforting one-sided conversation I’ve ever been a part of, because C.S. Lewis makes note that a connection between science and faith shouldn’t have the tension it shares back then and today. They are two in the same, it’s really just a case of which one works for you.
This story like most of August Wilson’s “Pittsburgh Cycle”, it is set in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania - this time it is the 1970’s. The jitney business is set up by a man named Becker, since regular cabs didn’t travel into that particular neighborhood. There we get to witness a collection of stories with that jitney station as the backdrop. But deep down, the root of this story is one of hope and acceptance.
It's strange visiting the girls again. It’s been a year and although this visit had a bit more optimism, unfortunately Judith’s 75 year sentence hasn’t changed. Judith is 66 years old now and has served around 35 years for her involvement in a crime back in ‘81. Last I remember she told me she was 31 and the new mother of an 11 month old baby, when she screwed up.
There is so much weight left behind from what happens that night, that it can’t really be described without seeing it. It seems that chaos viciously follows the pair of brothers. Their sense of desperation is something I’m familiar with, which made me feel their end that much harder.
I have zero issues with nudity, I actually consider it one of the most beautiful things that can come from the human species so I really appreciate when it’s used in a tasteful and meaningful way. Although there were the occasional gasps throughout the performance, I could tell the nudity wasn’t just thrown in there for shock value, after all, the story being told takes place in the porn industry.
This play felt like I was seeing snippets of people's lives. I’ve always found snippets like that intriguing, rather than being told everything, since it let's my mind roam. There is something strangely comforting about not knowing the ‘ending’ to someone's story...
PXP writers Andrew and Christine went to the Opera and shared their entire experience with us - from getting ready to their post-show reactions.
People who don’t know anything about santeria, may consider this play as a realistic fantasy. Luckily, since the age of 4 (at least that’s as far as I remember) I’ve been exposed to those practices. I don’t wanna make this sound like I grew up in some black magic cult, it’s actually the complete opposite.
Since we Americans like to think everything is about us, let’s clear up that the Martin Luther on this trial isn’t our beloved Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. (although he is in it), but the ballsy German monk. Martin Luther was a German professor of theology, then priest, then monk, then badass that led the Protestant Reformation with his 95 theses in 1517.
This isn’t Sixteen Candles - Molly is a mommy now. Weird part? She’s basically my mother. My mum shares a lot of similarities and very few differences with Aurora (Molly’s character). For example: She is her daughter’s best-friend, she’s a gossip, she’s a classy chick, and a borderline psycho- I'm kidding. Everyone’s mum is a little crazy….right? Please say yes.
Hedda is everything a women shouldn’t be, but just as inspiring as she is, she is also terrifying all the same. Like I mentioned before, she is bored out of her mind in a marriage of convenience with a load of time on her hands.
As much as we hate to admit that to ourselves, we know deep (deep) down we all have that little judgmental voice in the back of our head that we constantly try to suppress. I’ve personally come to terms with my personal history with racism. In my case, it roots from cultural ignorance.
When it comes to describing relationships I’m a huge fan of analogies. Before seeing this play and just knowing that the premise of the story involved a 10+ year age gap, I wasn’t expecting kindergarteners on a playground as an analogy for Alex and Georgie.
Sonya is a - what I like to refer to as a ‘gift to the world’ - something like Ellen (but on steroids.) She recklessly falls for an alien within the span of 14 days. Now, when I read alien in the title I too thought she was a crazy woman who falls for an extraterrestrial creature and then it’s was gonna be all about unrequited love. It kind of was, just take out the extraterrestrial and insert an Australian women named Kate...
It’s always a pleasant surprise to relate to a culture that I would have never expected to associate with. The last little quirk that made going to this play all the more memorable was the attention to detail the crew and cast had to its audience. Unholy hell was it literally Hell outside the church doors (puns on fire - puns on puns) and it's the first time I have ever been offered a free cup of cold water even rarer a frozen balloon. YES - a frozen water balloon.
Andrew: Let's get down to business. Why should we care about the TONY's...or DO we care about the TONY's? That's the topic.
Gemma: So, I personally care about the TONY's because it's like my sporting event.
Andrew: It's your Superbowl.
Andrew: Listen, it's not a problem, because what if the person is just trying to look for spots around town to eat? After the theatre.
Christine: They can do before or after...or during the wonderful thing called intermission.
Gemma: Then do that AFTER THE SHOW!
A debate as old as ABC started doing their live re-enactments of famous musicals, again. If a theatre production is ‘live’ or just generally on TV is it still theatre?
Welcome to Serial... killing...
I know, bad joke. Anyway, welcome to my dark world of murder and death….IN THE THEATRE!
After discovering the world of murder podcasts, my passion for the fucked up has reignited and I’m ready to spread the misery. So, let's check out...
It’s a "boys club” would be an understatement when we look at theatre and its history. Taking it as far back as the time of our beloved Shakespeare, chicks weren’t even allowed to play the female roles on stage. Thankfully there has been some progress...
“Honey, you have to wait for your mom.”
Congratulations! On nothing, because all you’ve gained is an abundance of back problems and ruining shows for average people, like me. Okay, fine I’m sure it has it’s perks - just google any Buzzfeed list - but it’s particularly at shows where you’re killing my vibe, man.
Whether the 10 hour Netflix binge was born out of pure boredom or because of a break-up (yes, it’s them, not you), treating yourself for a night out is probably the best way to deal with all those bitter ‘I’m never gonna find anyone’ thoughts.