B y now, once a year toward motion picture festival circuit, filmmaker Wes Hurley, ’04, has received used to the questions. They’ve be unavoidable after visitors view his scrappy autobiographical movie, “Potato Hopes for America.” In which he can not most fault someone.

“It’s an untamed tale,” Hurley admits on the his queer future-of-age memoir that initiate on the failing U.S.S.R. and concentrates on younger Hurley with his mother, a jail derican videos and soon after emigrated so you’re able to Seattle whenever she turned into an email-acquisition bride-to-be.