America related to Funicello's authenticity

She had quality that came from outside of show business

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As a merry Mouseketeer and then as a big-screen beach bunny, Annette Funicello, who died Monday at age 70, was the first love for a couple of generations of young Americans. In her own, small way, she is as memorable a monument of mid-20th century American womanhood as Marilyn Monroe or Doris Day.

Teenage stars, especially those who come out of television, or whose recording careers are presided over by professional hit makers, are often unfairly described as "manufactured," however many records they sell or lives they enliven. But while presence can be exploited and shaped, it can't be made.

Funicello's stardom was born of the intersection of her native gifts, rare opportunity and a cultural moment. But even if you did not grow up under her spell, it's not hard, looking back on her best work -- most of it for Disney -- to fall for her even now.

Funicello -- it is difficult not to write simply "Annette" in referring to her -- was not, certainly, an outsized talent, and it was part of her charm that she never tried to pretend otherwise. (Of her singing: "My voice is very small," she told an interviewer later in life, with "a range of about three notes.") Her early acting has the measured, word-by-word delivery of the amateur, but it is couched in an appealing softness; at her most awkward, she is never less than vibrant.

The young Annette combined modesty and openness, demureness and directness. She had an ability to engage a viewer through a camera -- one might call it pre-flirtatious -- that came from somewhere outside of show business. The nation responded, and Disney made much use of her, on the small screen and the large.

Her Italian looks -- dark skin, thick curly hair -- set her apart from her fellow Mousketeers. She was an exotic: pubescent kin to Sophia Loren. (In the 1958 "Mickey Mouse Club" serial that bore her name, she played a country girl in the city, which now seems like a metaphor for her otherness). Disney used her as a Mexican American in a couple of episodes of "Zorro" and the TV miniseries "Elfego Baca: Attorney at Law" and let her own roots show through in "Escapade in Florence."

Interestingly, the Disney version seems more lifelike now than the more mature but highly varnished Annette of the beach movies. Although they are generally limited by contemporary notions of acceptable family fare and cultural wishful thinking about the thoughts and activities of teenagers, the Disney films and TV shows that featured her have an unaffected quality, based possibly in a reticence, less felt nowadays, to turn children into adults. They let the inner Funicello shine through.

Notwithstanding a smattering of guest shots on episodic television and variety shows, an appealing series of commercials for Skippy peanut butter (Annette in a casual, motherly mode), her career proper lasted only a decade and change; her brand was not made to survive the culture wars of the late '60s and early '70s, and one guesses that her stardom did not matter enough for her to scramble to extend it, a lack of desperation that made her semi-retirement, finally sealed by her advancing multiple sclerosis, seem gracious and graceful.

It was in 1987, touring with Frankie Avalon, promoting "Back to the Beach," the New Wave surf-nostalgia movie in which they costarred, that she first noticed the symptoms of MS.

It was not until 1992 that she revealed her diagnosis, to combat rumors of drunkenness, but she remained open and out in the open for a long time afterward, putting a face on the disease in a way that seemed as unself-conscious as the work we remember her for.