Question: How do you articulate the very brief passage of time of a man walking from his home to a bridge to dispose of a nose?
Answer: With all the office supplies in the world! Pencils in mouth; scissors in one hand and turning knobs with the other; diving for typewriters to press one key; scraping and tapping on every surface with every object imaginable; slamming and clanging and rattle bing banging...all set to a fine tuned rhythm of counts of 7. Ohhh the counts of 7.
This is the kind of rigor a show like The Nose requires. Be it for a quick car chase or a brief encounter in the church...nothing gets left to chance. Especially the non-verbal bits.
I'm not sure how many different combinations of office supplies we tried to get the perfect sound of a car starting...but it was more than thirteen. Plus we have the best Idina Menzel look-a-like stage manager reminding me "no Mitchel. It's one click of the typewriter, then the pen on the fan, then scratch the filing cabinet, then crumple the paper BEFORE you drop the scissors".
I cooked and ate to counts of 7 this evening...