christopher dorner (bare chest)*You know it’s coming. Of course it is.

Even as you read this, somewhere in Hollywood an anxious, enterprising producer is  having a Christopher Dorner script developed.

Names like L.L. Cool J and Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson are being bandied about. Or producers could simply recruit an unknown with an engaging smile and 20-inch biceps.

In any case, the tale of Christopher Dorner,  33, the former Los Angeles Police officer  charged  with  shooting attacks on police officers and their families from February 3 to 12 that left two civilians and two police officers dead and three officers wounded,  is certainly the stuff of movies.

His story has it all—drama, the little-man-vs.-the-machine, guns, action, extreme violence, intrigue, guns, irony, more guns, enough heartbreak to go around and controversy that cuts down racial political and socio-economic lines.

However, unlike most biographical films, with Dorner’s story, you wouldn’t have to embellish much.  The truth is  engaging on its own.

You hope whoever makes the flick, gets it right. For instance, the film would have to establish early  on  who Dorner  apparently was: an often fanatical do-gooder whose fragile, almost naive psyche didn’t leave much room for the idea that the world isn’t always fair.

It’s safe to assume Dorner’s mother raised her son to know the difference between right and wrong.  Accordingly, when what is encouraged in a child is deemed correct by both  parent and society, not many people can tell that child otherwise. Thus, as Dorner wrote in his infamous manifesto, when a white grade school  classmate called him nigger, he felt perfectly justified in physically retaliating.

However, a school official reprimanding  both the kid for using the racial slur AND Dorner for getting physical, was no doubt seminal in  shaping must have been a recurring theme in Dorner’s mind: I’m always picked on, singled out–PERSECUTED–for doing the right thing.

That experience wouldn’t stop Dorner from choosing right over wrong. During his  Navy enlistment, while  in Enid, Oklahoma  Dorner  found a bag containing $8,000. Police were curious as to why a young man would turn in that kind of dough  (it belonged to a church) instead of simply keeping it for himself.  Dorner reportedly responded that his mother taught him “honesty and integrity.”

Dorner’s sense of honor wasn’t always appreciated at the LAPD, which he joined in 2005. When he reported to supervisors witnessing his training officer kick a mentally ill man while he was handcuffed and lying on the ground, the charge led to an internal review board.

The board ruled that Dorner  falsified the report to counter claims by his training officer. Dorner’s performance  in the field needed improvement, wrote the officer.

Dorner’s firing–and subsequent series of court rulings and appeals during which he unsuccessfully sought to “clear my name”—are what lit the fuse of combustible pride, ego and emotional instability. Dorner snapped.

A responsible movie about Christopher Dorner would  include a Technicolor glimpse inside the LAPD, where, according to Dorner and  working and retired officers, the efforts of honest  officers  are sullied by police who abuse their power with both citizens and fellow officers. Despite the “inclusion” of women and officers of color, law enforcement

It’s not the job of filmmakers to make Dorner a hero  or a villain.  The mission is to simply tell the story of a  man who’d had enough, completely lost his mind and launched a campaign of revenge.    He murdered  a young, engaged couple as they sat in a car one night, she being  the daughter of a former LAPD captain who had defended Dorner at a disciplinary hearing. Dorner didn’t think he worked hard enough on his behalf.

During the  nine day manhunt,  police committed some of the very illegalities Dorner’s manifesto said officers do everyday: after the manhunt, LAPD bought a new truck for two women wounded when police riddled their vehicle with bullets as they delivered newspapers in the wee hours of the morning. The truck didn’t fit the description of Dorner’s.

In a movie that told the truth, the media covering the Dorner case wouldn’t look good. Inept and judgmental, both L.A. and national media often reported the news as it saw fit, omitting important details,  speculating on-air and occasionally  getting the information flat-out wrong.

Dorner’s on-screen tale wouldn’t be complete if it didn’t communicate the pain of  the families of those who were killed, all of whom are victims as well.  That last officer killed comes to mind.  He didn’t have to participate in the search that day, but chose to.

I try to imagine the immense grief of Dorner’s mother, whose joy  of seeing her son become a peace officer evaporated when  her flesh and blood–her baby–became  target of  the largest manhunt in the history of  California.

Finally, I think of Dorner himself, a mystifying, proud and troubled dichotomy of a man who willfully and with sinister,  methodical premeditation plotted a one man war against  one of the largest, most well-equipped police forces in the world.

Here was a man who had absolutely lost it–—but who apparently maintained  remarkable presence of mind.

During their press conferences, continually LAPD characterized Dorner as an extreme danger to all, but had he gone on an indiscriminate  shooting spree,  more people would have killed.

Indeed, Dorner was a man of contrasts:  crazed  and in a take-no-prisoners mode, he was kind and calm to the middle aged couple he tied up when they walked in on him in their cabin.  He promised not to kill them. “I didn’t want him to die,” the wife told reporters.

Apparently,  there wasn’t a woman in the picture–Dorner was divorced.  Trust Hollywood to take care of that.

The facts are that he was hunted by the LAPD.  And  Sheriff’s departments. And the FBI. They had helicopters. Armored vehicles. Infrared capability to see in the dark, and a  million dollar bounty on his head. And they couldn’t find him. If his truck hadn’t broken down early days of  his flight, he still might be out there. He died in a cabin that went up in a fire that may have been deliberately set by officers.  This is a movie.

Truth is, any  film about Christopher Dorner worth watching would be about more than just Dorner and what does or doesn’t go on inside LAPD. It would also be about the systematic, generational ignorance and hate that has always America in its grip.

We are a modern, forward thinking society–and we  still deal with ancient, fear-fueled bigotry. Still.

If a film about Christopher Dorner  dared  make the connection between  his personal madness and our crippling national psychosis,  then perhaps in the hearts and minds of at least those sitting in the theatre, “The End” might signify a beginning.

Steven Ivory, journalist and author of the essay collection Fool In Love  (Simon & Schuster),  has covered popular culture for magazines, newspapers, radio and TV for more than 30 years. Respond to him via STEVRIVORY@AOL.COM.

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