This is a very rare occasion where I came reasonably close to not really liking a Peter Weir film that much, but there's too much good stuff here for it to completely falter.
My main issue with The Year of Living Dangerously is that it feels segmented rather than flowing through its story, which is perhaps a consequence of trying to formulate a believable romance, a believable friendship, and outlining a complex and ever-evolving political situation.
It's a lot to juggle, and Weir doesn't manage it. In fact, if anything I might even call this film an interesting failure because it doesn't quite succeed at anything it does. But all of its parts are interesting enough, and very well acted, for it to be worthy of attention. That's what you get with Weir though. Even the rare negatives in his films are often turned into something of note.