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It's Nearly Rev Time!

Its nearly that time of the year again. Its Perth, its winter, its almost July and that can only mean one thing... Its nearly time for the Revelation Perth International Film Festival! For those of you who don't know, this is one of my favourite things ever! As someone who adores film Rev gives me (and all of you Perthians) the chance to see amazing films we would most likely never get the opportunity to see anywhere else.

Rev has moved to a new home this year, with the bulk of the action taking place at Luna in Leederville and additional screenings and events happening at Paradiso, Luna on SX and at other venues around Leederville and Fremantle. While it sad to leave the Astor, the new home base in Leederville opens the door for lots of new and exciting happenings (and a whole new collection of places to eat during the festival, YAY!)

The last few years I have blogged about Rev and this year I will have heaps of reviews, recommendations, suggestions and maybe a few surprises for you. I have been studying my program and there are already some stand out films and events that are on my must see list. You can check out the program for yourself here.

One of the most exciting events this year is Prog-Rock group Goblin playing the live score for the horror film Suspiria. This is going to be a once in a lifetime opportunity to witness something truely amazing and I suggest you get your tickets early because it WILL sell out. I'm also very excited to see the documentary about Harry Dean Stanton, one of my favourite actors of all time and there will be a review following shortly for the Icelandic film The Deep (Djupio) that we saw at the Rev Program Launch.

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