Sins of Love: A weird, medical-grade time capsule

Is it worth the watch?

If you have a genuine interest in the weird, desperate corners of film history, sure. If you just want a movie to watch with dinner, absolutely not. This is for the people who spend too much time on eBay looking for old medical pamphlets or those who find Women Who Give a bit too subtle for their tastes.

The marketing for Sins of Love is honestly more interesting than the movie itself. I mean, they had 'trained nurses' at the screenings? That is peak 1930s hustle. They really wanted you to know that if you passed out, you were in good hands.

The film exists in this bizarre space between a cautionary tale and a medical reel. One minute you are watching a dramatic scene about a pregnancy, and the next you are looking at a blood transfusion like you are in a high school biology class that went off the rails. It’s jarring. It’s meant to be, I guess.

The acting feels a bit like everyone is reciting lines they were handed five minutes before the cameras started rolling. There is this stiffness to the performances that makes the whole thing feel like a stage play held in a laboratory. Sometimes the actors look at the camera for just a second too long, like they are waiting for a cue that never comes.

I cannot stop thinking about that promise on the poster. 'Nothing like it ever before.' They weren't kidding, but probably not for the reasons they intended. It feels less like a narrative film and more like a fever dream of someone who wanted to save society while also making a quick buck.

The vibe check

• The medical scenes are surprisingly clinical.
• The drama feels like it belongs in something much soapier, maybe like The Bolted Door if it lost its mind.
• The pacing is basically 'wait for the next procedure.'

Is it a masterpiece? No. Is it fascinatingly weird? Absolutely. It’s the kind of movie that makes you realize how much cinema used to just throw things at the wall to see what stuck. There is no real attempt at nuance here. It just screams its message at you and hopes you’re too busy being grossed out by the surgery to notice the plot holes.

Honestly, you walk away feeling like you need to go for a long walk and scrub your brain. It’s a strange little artifact. Don't go in expecting a polished drama, and definitely don't go in expecting to feel good about the world. It’s just... a lot.