‘Detective’ Work

I awoke at 3:45 a.m. one recent Saturday to an intense bright light shining in our bedroom. We live on the fourth floor of one of the historic buildings on Spring Street in downtown L.A. I lay in bed and tried to ignore the unusually bright, white-hot street lights that were glaring through our horizontal blinds. I thought, “Man, these street lights are bright tonight.”

Then I heard the hollering of film crews to accompany the intermittent noise of what sounded like diesel engines and airlifts. At about 4:30 a.m. I got up and peered through the blinds to see the source of the blinding light. I felt invaded and violated when I saw a man standing in the box of a cherry picker no more than 15 feet away from my bedroom window, shining a high-powered spotlight directly at my bedroom window. They were shining this light directly at our bedroom window for over an hour. I later learned the production was “The Singing Detective.”

I understand the parking lots on each side of our building charge somewhere between $5,000 and $10,000 a day for rental. How much should I charge them for using my bedroom window as a reflector and greatly violating and disturbing my wife and me during our sleep? Maybe I should find out where the executive producer lives and shine a giant light in his bedroom while yelling and running various types of loud machinery in the yard, while he or she and spouse try to sleep after a long week.

JIM BOSCHE

Los Angeles