Yikes, where to start... A young girl (Asjha Cooper) is walking home one night when she encounters some New Orleans vampires feasting on a homeless man. Though attacked herself, she is rescued and then proceeds to show her best friend Fabrizio Guido and school heartthrob Mason Beauchamp her scars, sets about learning how to combat these creatures and soon the trio are formidable mini Van Helsings. If it is trying to draw an allusion with black poverty in New Orleans then it is woefully simplistic in it's approach. If it is trying to be a horror film, then it misses by a mile - indeed were it not for the fact that Beauchamp is quite handsome and Andrew Penrow really quite ridiculous then this film would have precisely nothing to recommend it to anyone. Why Blumhouse churned this dross out is anyone's guess, but it doesn't do anyone any favours on the creative side, nor for any kind of discerning audience.