It sure ain't a Disney kinda holiday

So I saw Pieces of April Friday night. It was positively delightful. Though not as good as Home for the Holidays, it had the same touching-yet-dysfunctional family realism. My only complaint is her 'hood. The scary, horrible place she lived in that was so wretched her family turned the car around and left as soon as they saw it was not only on my street, but on my block. Three doors down. Right above the performance space where the boyfriend and I saw an improv show on our first date.