Saturday and Monday, 8 p.m.

*** Monica Lewinsky, eat your heart out.

Harvard University's Hasty Pudding theatrical company has come up with a brilliantly splashy political satire for their 151st show entitled "I Get No Kick From Campaign''.

And a combo of witty puns, wonderful costumes, and over-the-top acting made this year's performance a predictable success.

Although a discussion of plot becomes almost silly with a show whose success relies so heavily on quips and puns, here's the basic framework: An Elvis impersonator from the year 2099 named Al Shookup, complete with bell-bottomed silver outfit, travels back to the signing of the US Constitution to solicit help from one of the founding fathers.

Instead, he gets stuck with Brook Worm, a nerdy Congressional librarian who becomes enamoured with a young presidential intern named Stella Virgin.

Al is trying to stop loony General Lee Aliar from winning the presidential election, because the General's chief campaign donor -- disco televangelist Hal Elujah -- wants the new president to outlaw Rock 'N' Roll forever.

This way, Hal Elujah can become even wealthier when his Christian disco hits take the nation by storm.

So Al and Brook recruit Polly Tishun, a stuttering barber who does a Wonderwoman transformation when she gets hold of some blue suede pumps, to give the General a run for his money.

Now, if this sounds like a series of ridiculously outrageous events that appeals to you, you'll love the show.

In addition to the usual good-natured darts thrown at rival university Yale and the Pudding's home-away-from-home Bermuda, there were also a huge string of Lewinsky-inspired double entendres surrounding character Stella Virgin.

But I think the characters who were most appreciated by me and the rest of the audience were the General's buxom campaign manager Wanda Bra -- a Marilyn-Monroesque thespian who thrilled audiences in his/her solo "Read My Lips'' -- and the `fixed' English bulldog Newt Erd who preferred to waft rather than sniff for clues.

Another notable scene was Hal Elujah's Sunday Morning Fever party complete with gold-sequined robe and glittering disco ball ("Let there be light'', he intoned).

I only had two, very slight criticisms of the show. I don't know if they didn't intend to have microphones or whether they just weren't working properly, but there were points during the show where their voices were drowned out by the music.

This is unfortunate in any performance, but is made especially so in a show which relies so heavily on wording and lyrics.

I also thought the show was just a wee bit too long.

But the costumes were wicked, the script was brilliantly silly, and the actors were quite good. The show was definitely the 151st feather stuck in the Pudding's cap.

I just hope Bill Clinton doesn't decide to pop on Island for a quick visit -- I'm sure he won't be as greatly impressed.

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