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My one-lines (or as they say, loglines) for the new film:

"A wife discovers that her husband is having an affair with the dead girl that haunts their new house."

Or:

"A malevolent ghost seduces a woman's husband, to make him her mate ... forever."

Or:

"A wife discovers that the biggest threat to her marriage is not the swing-club they've joined, but the dead girl haunting their house."

I'm trying to work the phrase "dead sexy" in there somewhere, if just for cheese purposes.

Which one would you go see?

Comments

  1. AnonymousJune 15, 2010 at 11:02 AM

    Definitely the first one! Just enough to get me hooked but not too much to evaporate the intrigue and mystery. At this point I want more. As for "dead sexy" How about:

    "Husband whispers in his wife's ear, 'you're dead sexy' ...but then discovers, he is having an affair with the dead girl that haunts their new house."

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  2. Susie MoloneyJune 15, 2010 at 11:13 AM

    You're good Mr. Q.

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  3. UnknownJune 15, 2010 at 12:30 PM

    "A woman discovers that her husband is having an affair with the dead girl that haunts their new house."


    "wife" out. "woman" in.

    Just sayin'.

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  4. Susie MoloneyJune 16, 2010 at 3:20 PM

    Good point, Lee. Thank you. Words have to be used efficiently ...

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  5. AnonymousMay 9, 2011 at 6:34 AM

    till dead ones do us part...

    how´ s the filming going? just re-reading "the dwelling" and loving it.

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