Recently, I fell down an internet rabbit hole about one of my favorite movies, Jonathan Demme’s Married to the Mob (1988). Featuring one of the most tender and exquisite performances of Michelle Pfeiffer’s career as former mob wife Angela de Marco, along with more stellar work from the entire cast and crew—Matthew Modine and Mercedes Ruehl positively shine—Married to the Mob is one of my top comfort films. I’ll throw it on at a moment’s notice, especially when I need a pick-me-up.
August 18th was the 37th anniversary of its premiere, so I was looking up fun stuff about the film when I stumbled into some idiot’s Substack review, in which this “writer” calls the film “a grim story about domestic abuse” that exists solely to “humiliate and terrify Angela.”*
Jesus. What in the hell?
I had to reread it to make sure I wasn’t losing my mind. Turns out, yup, it said what I thought it said. Ugh. How you could watch a movie and come away with the exact opposite of what any sane person would take away from it—which in the case of Married to the Mob is that it’s a riotously funny, heartwarming tale of a woman’s yearning for a new and better life—clearly means you are insane. In reality, I know that you’re just a trolling edgelord, nothing but another depressing reminder that the world is going to hell in a hand basket.
Now I’m depressed. Time to rewatch Angela de Marco and have my faith in humanity restored!
*I am not dignifying this steaming pile of garbage disguised as a movie review by linking to it. No way. Instead, here are some links to previous posts I’ve done here on Married to the Mob.
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Words pfail me. I’m just glad you didn’t post a link to that piece of excrement as I might have been tempted to read it.
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Trust me, it’s better you didn’t read it. Total shite. It was clearly written to bend the film to fit their idiotic agenda.
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