6/10
Senior Film Conservator
A definitive 6/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Living Dangerously remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
If you like old-school British melodrama where everyone talks in clipped, serious tones while their lives fall apart, you will probably dig Living Dangerously. If you prefer movies that don't involve the General Medical Council or people looking intensely worried in three-piece suits, maybe skip it. It's a bit dusty, honestly.
The whole setup is kind of a classic trap. Stanley Norton is the guy you want as your surgeon, but he is also the guy who lets his partner, Pryor, ruin everything for him. The way Pryor just casually ruins lives while looking like he stepped out of a bad dream is almost impressive.
There is a moment when Norton, now a big-shot heart specialist, just snaps. It feels weirdly sudden, like the director shouted "Okay, act crazy now!" and the lead actor just went for it. Living Dangerously has a lot of these moments where you can see the seams.
It reminded me a bit of the heavy-handed moral stakes in The Breaking Point, though nowhere near as iconic. It’s got that same vibe of people running away from their mistakes only to find they have brought them along in their suitcase. 👜
The finale in the apartment is pure theater. Pryor is basically cackling in his head, even if he isn't doing it out loud. Norton’s reaction—telling the D.A. everything—feels like such a clean exit, but the movie earns it just by being so exhausting to watch.
Anyway, I probably wouldn't watch it twice. But for a rainy Tuesday? It beats staring at the wall. 🌧️
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