Lyrical Vampire Tale All the Moons Enthralls with Warm Tone

Tender familial lyricism elevates Igor Legarreta’s All The Moons, a Spanish wartime drama where vampires hide instead of seek. One might detect elements of Let the Right One In through 1800s looking glasses, or last year’s My Heart Can’t Beat Unless You Tell It To except exponentially less bloody when setting the caregiving mood. It’s a familiar period retelling of themes that ponder the immortality of vampirism as a superpower or curse—certainly nothing revolutionary. Legarreta’s stuck-in-history fairytale is recognizably poetic beyond defangings, which allows the sympathy of compassionate storytelling to scare away otherwise generic labels.
Spain’s Basque Country plays backdrop to the Third Carlist War that rages until 1876, where Legarreta’s tale begins. An orphaned girl (Haizea Carneros) becomes the sole survivor when bombs collapse her church refuge atop nuns and other children, but she’s in dire need of aid. Out of the darkness emerges a woman who offers the wounded youth a choice—die, or live side-by-side as vampires. The expiring girl accepts and follows “Mother” until pitchforked villagers separate the two when raiding their hidden vampire camp. Enter Cándido (Josean Bengoetxea), the hospitable man who teaches “Amaia” what it means to live, die and everything in between.
All The Moons is more of a mood board than a movie. Yes it’s a fully coherent, multiple acts, characters and locations movie. It’s understated and somber, faithful to Pascal Gaigne’s comforting score that—call me crazy—smacks of Zelda soundtracks. Although, don’t expect Hyrule adventures, nor energetic plot deviations from predictable, even reused narrative templates. What endures are the moods of All The Moons, from wilderness photography to childhood romance to existential weights of eternity versus mortality. Competency is king once Transylvanian customs become a calling card, although the Basque villages and Amaia’s vulnerability sustain as outlying advantages.