Ian Johnston

When I Come to My Senses, I'm Alive! is the second Scotto Moore play I have seen. The first, interlace [falling star], does not have much in common with this play. It's also better and more poetic than My Senses, which is not bad but more sober and closer to our world—a world of total financialization, a postsociety of the spectacle and the universalization of blogging.

Also, interlace is definitely a play, whereas My Senses has the mood of cinema. Of all the films it is related to, none is closer than Alex Rivera's amazing Sleep Dealer. Both works happen in the same time—the time that's just around the corner. Sleep Dealer imagines the marketing of the emotions and memories as an occupation as banal as selling sketches from a stand in the middle of a mall. Moore's play sees the human condition of emotions as not yet settled or totally mastered (or entangled) by corporate capital, but still raw enough to instigate a revolutionary transformation of society.

Expertly directed by Kristina Sutherland and organized by two sets designed by David Gignac—one represents the underground (a cluttered basement) and the other, corporate power (a bland conference room)—the play is about a major network that wants to buy a small blog from a rising star in the blogosphere. The star (Jennifer Pratt) refuses to sell her blog to the network's purchaser, Micky Carter (Daniel Christensen). The network gets down and dirty, the situation explodes, and a transformation occurs. A new human is born.

Christensen's performance is very satisfying, as is Jade Justad's—she plays a character, Veronica Bilious, who's right out of the pages of William Gibson's Neuromancer. One wants to see more plays like this in Seattle—smart science fiction about the amazing world we have found ourselves heading toward. recommended

This story has been updated since its original publication.