Annette Funicello singing ballads about inanimate objects in order to express her frustration with boys has me looking around my apartment doing the same... which is strange, because Tommy Kirk never did anything to me... or for me, for that matter.
Isn’t it amazing that with all the weird and absurd choices made throughout this series of movies, it’s Annette’s musical moments that are the most awkward and bizarre of all — both in and out of context? Sublime in a squirm-worthy way, as if she can only express herself in third-rate ballads, often with chorused vocals. Poor Annette. Poor little object.