Humor here, whether situational or emotionally-based, proves a smart balance of grounded and loopy.

Goodhart’s film is a winner – sweet but not sentimental, tart without turning sour. The studio-produced romantic comedy may be flatlining, but who cares, so long as snappy indies like this one step up to fill the void?

My Blind Brother takes things in some very predictable directions, and Goodhart was too goodhearted to let Scott go full-bore jerk as Robbie.

Kroll and Slate, though, give performances that have the opposite effect. They aren't the best people, but the relative goodness of their intentions is never in doubt. My Blind Brother puts these characters through the comic wringer, but the humor is founded on the characters and their flaws, not the circumstances.

It’s a slight film, but one that hits all the tricky emotional and comedic notes without a hint of cruelty.