Jack is hardcore as fuck
scare me like one of your french girls
For money money, the most interesting thing about this confrontation is how completely it inverts the final scenes of a typical Disney film. In most cases, the hero is physically and/or supernaturally outmatched, and triumphs through determination and ingenuity; here, the villain spends the the whole fight running scared, while the protagonist casually no-sells everything that’s thrown at him. And there’s no ironic Disney Death keeping the protagonist’s hands clean, either. Jack just straight-up murders Oogie with malice aforethought while Oogie is running away - and by having Santa Claus himself strike the final blow, the film legitimises Jack’s killing of Oogie as the morally correct course of action.
You don’t fuck around with the motherfucking pumpkin king
I would never say that Oogie Boogie was scared of Jack. He’s surprised to see Jack, sure, but fear? Not a chance. I think any time he shows “fear” toward Jack, it’s in an incredibly mocking way.
Oogie Boogie IS fear.
He takes his step back, exclaiming Jack must be “Double-Dead”, but it’s only to activate the roulette wheel and the King’s swords. He then goads Jack by exclaiming, “Well come on, Bone Man!” This leads into the Slot Machine Gunmen, which is the ONLY TIME Oogie runs away, and it’s not because Jack is there, it’s because he’s quickly approaching their firing zone.
Right until the end, Oogie is confident that he will get out of this scenario unharmed. How you can not see how he is mocking Jack the ENTIRE time is beyond me, but then, that’s how I’ve ALWAYS seen it, so I must be in a different head space.
As I said, Jack surprises him, but he never scares him. Even when his burlap skin in ripped off, he’s more angry than scared, yelling, “Look what you’ve done!” It’s only when he’s the LAST BUG alive, does he try to book it - which is when Santa destroys him.
The important thing to realize here is that The Oogie Boogie Man is the representation of fear, and Jack merely reveals him for what he is; something much smaller that has been built up by people’s terrors, phobias, and apprehensions. Once Jack has revealed fear for what it is, Santa Claus, the representation of goodness, love, and peace, quickly dispatches it.
THAT SAID, this is only my opinion. You can, of course, disagree with me. This is just how I always saw it.