Reel He ART International Film Festival

Reel He ART International Film Festival

Established in 2004, The ReelHeART International Film Festival (ReelHeART) known as The Filmmakers Film Festival is an annual independent film festival that premieres cross-genre films from 30 or more countries during six days around the last week of June in Toronto, Canada.

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