7.1/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 7.1/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Such Women Are Dangerous remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
Honestly, only if you’ve got a weird itch for old-school melodrama where everyone talks like they’re reading off a menu of feelings. If you enjoy movies where the "romantic hero" is actually just kind of a jerk, you’ll have a blast. If you prefer characters with a shred of self-respect, you’re gonna hate it. 🙄
The movie stars Warner Baxter, who plays this suave writer guy. He’s the type of fellow who probably owns too many silk dressing gowns. He’s juggling a neighbor, some new girl, and his own ego, and it’s exhausting to watch.
The neighbor is fine, I guess. But then this younger girl shows up, and she’s got that wide-eyed, “I’m gonna ruin your life but make it look like a compliment” vibe. It reminded me a bit of the frantic energy in Laughing Ladies, but with more fountain pens and fewer laughs.
There’s this moment where he tries to tell the new girl to hit the road, and she just stares at him like he’s reciting poetry. It’s uncomfortable. It’s the kind of scene that lingers about ten seconds too long, and you start looking around your living room wondering if you left the oven on.
I found myself wondering if this script was written by committee. It feels like five different people tried to force their version of a "romance" into a box, and the box started leaking. It’s nowhere near the weirdness of The Beetle, but it has its own brand of chaos.
Honestly, the best part of the movie is the furniture. The chairs look expensive and the desks are huge. It’s peak 1934 interior design porn. Whenever the characters stop talking about their tortured love lives, I found myself admiring the lamps.
It’s not a disaster, but it’s not exactly a classic either. It’s just… there. Like that leftover takeout in the fridge you keep meaning to throw away but never do. 🤷♂️