Pre-Code Hollywood wasn't squeamish: rape, illicit love, murder, execution — The Sin of Nora Moran loads up every vice the Hays Code would soon start tutting at. More surprising is how strange the thing is formally: non-linear flashbacks, multiple narrators, and scenes that seem to fold past, present, and possible future into one another.
The trouble is that ambition and coherence aren't always on speaking terms. The storytelling lurches rather than flows, and the dialogue is often clunky enough to pull you out of its feverish little spell. What keeps it grounded — and genuinely worth 65 minutes of your life — is Zita Johann, whose raw, committed performance gives the film its aching centre.
Experimental, bewildering, and occasionally bewitching. A fascinating curio that never quite coheres, but remains more interesting to think about than to watch.