The belated and irrelevant reunion of …About Last Night co-stars Rob Lowe and James Belushi is the only mildly interesting thing about Living In Peril, a drab, middling would-be thriller. Lowe stars as a struggling architect who is called to Los Angeles to design a house for a wealthy and mysterious client (Belushi). Setting up shop in L.A., Lowe rents a small, crumbling apartment, where things immediately start going wrong: Toilet rats wake him from a sound sleep, his sketches are destroyed by rat urine, and he lives next-door to a hooker (Alex Meneses). Of course, in virtually all direct-to-video thrillers, hookers and strippers exist for only two purposes: 1) to tempt the hero into a night of debauchery, allowing for a plentiful supply of tasteful nudity, and 2) to be brutally murdered, so their murder can be pinned on the hapless hero. True to form, the hooker-next-door doesn't survive Living In Peril, though she does last long enough to provide the film with enough breast shots to titillate its core audience of dateless middle-aged men. And while the film's derivative, perfunctory nature contributes to its sub-mediocrity, Living In Peril's main problem is Lowe: He is a terrible, terrible actor, and he makes for a bland and unsympathetic hero. His performance is so tedious and one-note that halfway through the movie, most viewers will be vicariously rooting for his unknown tormentor, wishing that they, too, could cause this irritating pretty-boy a world of pain. Of course, Lowe is hardly alone in his ineptitude: The whole film has the look and feel of a mediocre made-for-the-USA-network thriller, despite a typically fine supporting performance by Dean Stockwell as the cranky superintendent of Lowe's accursed apartment building.