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Married to the Mob is a 1988 American crime comedy film directed by Jonathan Demme, and starring Michelle Pfeiffer, Matthew Modine, Dean Stockwell, Mercedes Ruehl, and Alec Baldwin. Pfeiffer plays Angela de Marco, a gangster's widow from Brooklyn, opposite Modine as the undercover FBI agent assigned the task of investigating her mafia connections. The film was released on August 19, 1988, by Orion Pictures. It earned positive reviews from critics and earned several accolades; Pfeiffer was nominated for a Golden Globe Award for Best Actress – Motion Picture Comedy or Musical, and Stockwell was nominated for an Academy Award for Best Supporting Actor. Jonathan Demme's direction was praised for its idiosyncrasy. The New York Times called him "American cinema's king of amusing artifacts: blinding bric-a-brac, the junkiest of jewelry, costumes so frightening they take your breath away." The Washington Post wrote that Demme "has nailed one with this playful, but dangerous, gangster farce." The acting performances were widely acclaimed, especially that of Michelle Pfeiffer in a star-making turn, "her best performance to date." Richard Corliss of Time wrote that Pfeiffer was the "emotional anchor to his [Demme's] vertiginous sight gags." Variety claimed the "enormous cast is a total delight, starting with Pfeiffer." The Washington Post called Pfeiffer a "deft comedian... It's her movie, and she graces it." Matthew Modine was "winning", according to Variety. Supporting players Dean Stockwell and Mercedes Ruehl also received praise for their performances. The Washington Post described Ruehl's character as "majestic in her jealousy, stealing scenes but never the show from the sweetly determined Pfeiffer." Maslin of The New York Times found that Pfeiffer and Modine were "readily upstaged by Miss Ruehl and, especially, by Mr. Stockwell. His shoulder-rolling caricature of this suave, foppish and thoroughly henpecked kingpin is the film's biggest treat." Variety described Stockwell as "a hoot." /Wikipedia Liar, Liar Liar, liar, pants on fire Your nose is longer than a telephone wire Best be leavin' why I'm sad Been out all night, know you been bad Don't tell me different, know it's a lie Come to me, honey, see how I cry Why must you hurt me, do what you do? Listen here, boy, can't you see I love you Make a little effort, try to be true I'll be happy, not so blue Liar, liar, pants on fire Your nose is longer than a telephone wire You keep on tellin' me those lies Still goin' out with other guys There'll come a day I'll be gone Take my advice, won't be long [Scream] (Liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar Liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar Liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar Liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar) Liar, liar, pants on fire Your nose is longer than a telephone wire You keep on tellin' me those lies Still goin' out with other guys There'll come a day I'll be gone Take my advice, won't be long Liar, liar, pants on fire Your nose is longer than a telephone wire Liar, liar, pants on fire Your nose is longer than a telephone wire Liar, liar Liar, liar Liar, liar, pants on fire Your nose is longer than a telephone wire (Liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar) Liar, liar, pants on fire Liar, liar (Liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar) Liar, liar (Liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar)