Salient. An Organ of Student Opinion at Victoria College, Wellington, N.Z. Vol. 8, No. 12. September 19, 1945
I want to protest against a very bad case of sheer misrepresentation on the part of the film world. I refer, of course, to Mr. Abbott and Mr. Costello being Lost in a Harem. Now, what does that conjure up for you? For me, there is a delicious vision of those two gentlemen actually being lost in a harem, with all the attendant situations incorporating girls, and beds, and girls, and custard pie chases, and the associated frou-frou and patchoulli, everything within the four walls of a lavish harem. Hut what have we? We have Mr. Abbott and Mr. Costello only once, and that almost by accident, setting foot in a harem, and then—o. crowning disillusion!—leaving it of their own accord. I feel deeply injured about all this. Far from being lost in a harem, the only thing these two were lost in was the peculiarity of the plot.