Marlene Willoughby Movies

Michelle Pfeiffer is Married to the Mob in this comedy. The wife of Mafia hitman Alec Baldwin, Pfeiffer regularly chastizes her husband for his underhanded line of work. Baldwin refuses to entertain any thoughts of quitting the mob-and besides, he's got a good thing going with Nancy Travis, the promiscuous girl friend of gang boss Dean Stockwell. When Stockwell catches on to Travis' peccadilloes, he murders both his mistress and the unlucky Baldwin. At Baldwin's funeral, Stockwell is overwhelmed by Pfeiffer's beauty, and immediately begins plying her with expensive gifts. But Pfeiffer is through with this sort of thing, and with her young son in tow, she leaves town, hoping to start life anew. Upon making the acquaintance of bumbling, seemingly sincere Matthew Modine, Pfeiffer is convinced that Modine is just another mob flunkey. But it's even worse: Modine is an FBI agent, ordered to get to Stockwell by using Pfeiffer as bait. Reluctantly (he's grown quite fond of her himself), Modine blackmails Pfeiffer into setting up a rendezvous with Stockwell. ~ Hal Erickson, Rovi

No, Oliver Stone did not invent the Cinema of Paranoia. In 1975, for example, long before Stone first yelled "Cue the conspirators!", we were offered No Place to Hide. A group of idealistic, pure-hearted hippie activists are targeted by the evil, demonic FBI. The insidious law-enforcement minions plant a spy in the midst of the angelic flower children; this dirty rat fink goads Our Heroes (and Heroines) into committing a murderous act of radicalism that will result in life sentences for all the beautiful people. No Place to Hide is as bad as it sounds, but you'll watch anyway just to see a pre-Rocky Sylvester Stallone in the role of "Jerry." ~ Hal Erickson, Rovi