Friend of the Offenders Angie Suh shares her experience as part of the Class of ’97.
before obama bogarted it, “hope” with our misty-eyed intensity, was what we, the 97′ gang, were about. we all loved film, enough to piss our parents off and go to film school instead of law school.
when our film finally hit the festival circuit in ’97 we met others like us, (we were not alone!). we were all around the same age, broke, and excited to what lay ahead. we traded war stories, bummed cigs, and downed copious amounts of alcohol. keep in mind these were the days of record sales at film fests. we didn’t expect a big payday but did pray to baby jesus for distribution. in our humble hearts seeing our effort play in a “real” theater would justify all the hard work, and if that got us better agents who could get us some paying gigs, that would be friggin’ awesome, dude!
we did endless q & a’s, photo ops, had rock star moments signing autographs. i was even propositioned quite bluntly, ‘… so you wanna f***?”, and would’ve been offended had the would-be playa not been barely legal and sincere, bless his heart.
