Salient. An Organ of Student Opinion at Victoria College Wellington, N.Z. Vol. 8, No. 3 March 28, 1945
A very fine film was tucked away in a small theatre last week. It was The Male Animal, a brilliant American satire by James Thurber. Chase this to the suburbs if it comes round again. It's worth it.
The general run of films in the last week or two has been of a very low standard, the distributors obviously saving up for the holiday period—a short-sighted attitude, 1 must say. Some monster films are due to screen, including the widely billed Song of Bernadette and Going My Way, both triumphs of propaganda for the organisation they are boosting.
If you can't stand the general run of films, and desire to see some of your old favourites, a small theatre here is carrying out a policy of "requests." Double features are screened, and, although it is possible to see some of the worst films ever made, there is frequently a showing of a notable film of earlier days.