We expected the movie to be a private joke—a DVD for future family reunions to cringe over. But last month, Leftovers got accepted into a small local film festival. The audience laughed at our inside jokes. People cried at the scene where the grandmother (our actual neighbor, Mrs. Pataki) forgets her son’s name.

If your sister ever hands you a script and says, “You’re playing yourself, don’t mess it up”—say yes. It might be the most interesting thing your family ever does. Just negotiate your catering up front.

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And the twist? She cast the entire family.

That’s when I realized: my sister didn’t just make a movie. She made a mirror. And in the process, she turned our messy, loud, imperfect family into something worth watching.

The film is called Leftovers , a dark comedy about a dysfunctional family’s last Thanksgiving before selling their childhood home. Sound familiar? Let’s just say our real-life arguments about who ate the last slice of pecan pie were transcribed almost verbatim.