On Wednesday, Prime asked what I wanted to watch on Disney+. I thought about it for a bit, then asked if Roger Rabbit was among the choices. Prime did a quick search, then a few minutes later, I heard the opening notes to the title for Who Framed Roger Rabbit.
It’s been at least a year since I last sat down and watched it. Seeing it on Wednesday did me a lot of good.
That movie is easily one of my favorites; it’s always been a bit of an escape for me. If I couldn’t live in the world of the Autobots and Decepticons, I would have taken Toontown in its place. The idea of living, breathing cartoon characters was right up my alley. A perfect world? Not exactly. But better than the life I had when I was younger.
I always knew that something was different about my childhood. I just didn’t know quite what. To most, it seemed fairly normal. But I knew, I always knew, that things weren’t completely right. I just didn’t know what.
So yeah, the idea of living in that world, away from my parents–especially my mother–definitely appealed. I wouldn’t have minded hanging around Roger Rabbit, or helping Eddie Valiant with a case. It might have been difficult, but not as bad as the near constant screaming and hitting from my mother.
It might have been paradise to me, all things considered.
Even now, watching that movie is like visiting an old friend. Just hearing the music, or a snippet of dialogue, is enough to calm me down and make me smile. It’s soothing. I think it always will be for me. It’s escapism, pure and simple but there are times I need that.
I think I might need it a bit more often. I hope Prime doesn’t mind me commandeering his tablet for a while. I mean, I don’t think he wants to watch the same thing every day.