Hamilton. Final show tonight.

Me and My Galaxy may well be an all-American show -- but its roots stretch back to the Shakespearean traditions of all-male casts, with a dash of panto and a sprinkling of the undergraduate humour of Britain's ground-breaking Monty Python to leaven the mix.

However, that was all a long time ago and maybe the whole concept is looking a little dated these days, despite the hi-tech futuristic sets.

Having said that, Me and My Galaxy must be one of the best-produced, most stylish and lavishly-costumed student shows going.

Harvard graduate professional costume designer Lindsay Davis and choreographer Karen Pisani Pastore deserve nothing but praise for their superb efforts.

And the final scene -- with the entire cast dressed as angels -- is a neat take-off and highly-polished dance routine almost worthy of Busby Berkeley's lavish '30s musicals.

One criticism, however, is that, particularly in the early numbers, the music, which was superior and well worth listening to, drowned out the singers a bit.

Better sound checks might have prevented the problem. Thursday, however, was the first night after Wednesday's show was cancelled due to shipping problems with sets and costumes, and presumably this was corrected later.

The humour -- a reliance on high camp, low puns and jokes set at warped factor 10 -- is something people either like or they don't.

But the audience certainly lapped up the Mae West-style gems of Duchess Tisimmense (Aaron Rosenberg), whose theme tune "Stick Out Your Chest'' was a stand-out performance, if you see what I mean. This double entendre stuff is obviously catching.

And Hugh Jegg, a private eye and, ah, huge egg, basically, provided a sharp deadpan Sam Spade-type running commentary liberally laced with laughs.

Jed Eynite (Darin Goulet) as the ostensibly macho first mate of the I.C.

Uranus also turns in a stellar performance.

The tough guy in tights -- who confesses to perhaps being a little bit too much in touch with his feminine side for a superhero -- positively sparkles as he admits he'd rather play with dolls than do all that saving the universe stuff.

And Sally Vader (Danton Char), the slightly slobbering Princess Leia figure who bemoans the problems her psycho-killer family cause her in her quest for a boyfriend, plays off Jed Eynite perfectly in a romance literally made in heaven.

Love is also crackling through the circuits of 2N2N2R6 (Andrew Burlinson), the lady android with a crush on the Uranus' onboard computer Mike Rosoft.

Burlinson's rendition of "I'm Not Adroit At Love'' is superbly rendered and he injects a convincing note of pathos into the performance.

Reading through the impressively-produced programme for the show, it appears there are a worryingly high number of Hasty Pudding graduates who reached the higher echelons of the US legal system and politics -- not to mention Hollywood star Jack Lemmon.

And you can see where Mr. Lemmon learnt his wiggle for the classic Some Like it Hot, also starring Marilyn Monroe and Tony Curtis.

Other past performers include Governor of Massachusetts William Weld -- tipped as future Oval Office material but once female lead in the 1966 Right Up Your Alley -- turn-of-the-century banking magnate John Pierpoint Morgan and left-wing journalist and red revolutionary John S. Reed.

It's almost an entertainment in itself speculating on which of the cast might one day be Mr. President -- but hopefully none with reach the loony heights -- or depths -- of William Randolph Hearst, bonkers press baron and model for Orson Welles' Citizen Kane.

Tonight is the last night of the show, an annual fixture for Bermuda -- as a lavishly-produced and superbly-run version of traditional student humour, it's well worth a visit.

And you might even be able to one day tell your grandchildren you once saw the president in ladies' underwear and make-up.

BY RAYMOND HAINEY REVIEW REV