The Moth Diaries is about a sixteen year old at an all female boarding school, who is suspicious that one of her new classmates is a kind of vampire. I never read the book that it was based on, but I have read Camilla, which it heavily evokes. The Moth Diaries is a lush, visual masterpiece, and all the women are terrific actors, but I’m not wild about the actual story, which was simultaneously too heavy-handed (LOVE, SEX, DEATH, BLOOD) and ambiguous for my tastes (was she a vampire or a ghost or is the narrator nuts). The beginning of The Moth Diaries feels real: the way that the girls eat, skate through the halls, hang out, but as The Moth Diaries progresses, and the girls roam the grounds and the halls in long white nightgowns, my eyes start to roll. At what point are their parents going to empty the school with all the sudden tragedies? I wanted to love it, and I’m all for vampires that want something other than blood, but The Moth Diaries stubbornly refuses to flesh out what is actually going on. As soon as I saw Scott Speedman, I realized that The Moth Diaries wasn’t going to be as awesome as it could be. If you want to see a visual masterpiece and don’t mind a frustrating story, give The Moth Diaries a chance.