Trauma Theater: Who Framed Roger Rabbit

By Ashley

As I’ve mentioned in the past, Who Framed Roger Rabbit is one of my favorite childhood movies. Whether or not this movie should actually be meant for children is a matter of debate. Setting aside the sexy femme fatale Jessica Rabbit, the blackmail, the political corruption,  the noir-inspired scenery, and the murders, let’s talk about Judge Doom, shall we?

We all know that Judge Doom is one of the scariest motherfuckers of all time. His disregard for Toon life is terrifying to any cartoon-loving child and when it’s revealed that he himself is a Toon—the scariest, most self-loathing, most demented Toon ever!—and he morphs into a grotesque mad man shit just gets completely outta control. But let’s backtrack a little. Let’s talk about what, in my opinion, is one of the most terrifying moments in a non-horror movie ever committed to film. I’ve touched on this in the past but I’m going to delve a little deeper into it. Hit the jump to see the horrifying scene…

WHAT THE EVER LOVING FUCK? Let’s talk about this terrifying fuckery. This little shoe—cutest little shoe you ever fucking saw—just wants to be friends with Judge Doom’s shoe. Okay, that’s all the fuck it wanted. And Doom just fucking kills it! Murders it. And we watch the agony in the little shoe’s face and hear the horrifying sounds it makes (which if you want to hear, please click here); can you imagine slowly dying like that?

Being aware of the burning and the agony the whole time? And looking around in desperation, just hoping for someone, anyone, to save you? And, in your final moments, knowing that they didn’t: no one came to your rescue, no one had the fucking courage to stand up to Judge fucking Doom. WTF. This scene is just absolutely traumatizing. It gave me nightmares for years and thinking about it now is just as scary and WTF-inducing as it was when I was younger.


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2 responses to “Trauma Theater: Who Framed Roger Rabbit

  1. This is one of the first movies I remember seeing in the theater–I’d begged and begged my mom to take me to see it, even though I was really little and she thought the movie was too grown up for me.

    This scene scared me so badly she had to take me home.

    I didn’t see the rest of the movie until at least five years later.

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