So, before Who Framed Roger Rabbit, the movie, there was Who Censored Roger Rabbit, the book.
Dominic Noble on youtube has you covered with a compare and contrast between the two if you'd like the cliffnotes. Others will give you several hours. I'm not digging up links go find em if you want em.
But the glow up on Jessica is something that makes the line "I'm not bad, I'm just drawn that way." Hit like when she slapped Valiant across the face.
In the book, Jessica is a gold digging girlfriend of a mobster, and due to certain non consensual magic shinanigans found herself suddenly in love with Roger, left the mobster, had a runaway wedding, and adored him for exactly one year before leaving him in a sudden divorce and running straight back to her old life.
The author of Who Censored Roger Rabbit likes the film better, and feels its the better story for his characters. Different circumstances where Jessica got to choose to love that silly lil rabbit, and Roger really is okay if he's never the #1 star in town. He's Jessica's #1, and that's all he needs. No force, no accidental magic roofies that last exactly 1 calendar year because of a wish on a genie's lap, and also no refutation of Jessica's og backstory where she was a sexworker. Toons were photographed to make comics, and in the book couldn't verbally speak but a silent paper text bubble would pop up that frequently annoyed humans when walking thru the remains of another's conversation. The way she's drawn, she probably gets paid better now that she doesn't have to pose for one frame at a time, 7 frames per page, and a penny a page if she was lucky. The headline gig at the club? Sister is making BANK, in a loving marriage, and sees herself as more than her shape and reputation and HAS AGENCY. And SHE HAS LIL FUCK UPS, but they're not cataatrophic but rather a speed bump that chains over to the next plot point and AAAH sorry I love this movie.
Seeing Jessica's older rendition made me hear another layer in that line. A girl whose been to hell and done it all, and came back alive. Some people love her for all the wrong reasons, some folk will never meet her because of how she looks. Every glance toward or away is a judgement, and she Fucking Glides Over It Like They Ain't Even There when she marches outta the detective office.
Also the musical introduction we get to Jessica is the song with which I found my diaphram as an adolescent. Brain made with all the happy juice. Its my idle humming tune when I don't actively think of a song.
