Griffith Park in Los Angeles is a weird place for filming. No one will shoot anything there for what seems like ages, and then all of a sudden it’s the hottest spot in town and every show’s got a location there. I think they’re calling each other and coordinating.
After not working in the park for about 18 months, I’ve now worked in the exact same spot twice in two weeks.
Today, there were two productions shooting within spitting distance (we could see the other shoot’s base camp from our cozy little murder scene/knoll), and a third on the other side of the park.
We were in an area called “Cedar Grove”, which was new to me. I had no idea there was a grove of cedar trees in Southern California, but it’s really very pretty and once the traffic noise died down, quite peaceful. Except for, you know, us.
We showed up at the crack of dawn, rigged the first set, then tried to figure out which passenger vans were ours and which were the other productions.
By the end of the day, after we’d rigged three sets and wrapped two, we stopped caring and just jumped in whatever van happened to be passing.
Which was nice, because during a van ride I met some of the juicers from the other show (some gangster movie) and have a day on that later this week.
In the park for a night shoot, of course.