Bouncing back from a rain-soaked morning the cast of Grease put on its best show yet.

Personal bests -- if anyone was giving out awards -- went to Dahni Trujillo and Colleen Sullivan.

Trujillo's "Sandra Dee" was saucier and "Worse Things" more soulful. Each show ends leaving the audience feeling lucky to have heard that girl sing that's she'll be even better the next time.

Sullivan has opened up at least on "Hopelessly Devoted" and somewhat on "You’re the One I want." "Summer Night" is cute enough and it works. But the real credit on that one goes to the ensemble singers and choreographer Candee Jensen.

Last night Sullivan came as close as she ever will to delivering the perfect "Hopelessly." The smidgen missing in her songs is soul. It seems her heart has never been broken -- or at least, not often enough.

A few have expressed disappointment in Sullivan's Sandy. I think that's unfair. I suspect they were hoping for Olivia Newton-John and got something else.

But I saw the movie and was disappointed with Newton-John. The problem for me was that Newton-John already had established herself as something of a vamp. She wasn't credible as scrub-cheeked high school girl, and her transformation at the end was illogically double-reversed. She went from vamp to ugly duckling back to vamp.

Sullivan is certainly believable as the ingenue, and again her acting has to be praised. She's very, very good.

But the final transmogrifcation of Sandy-late-of-Immaculata into Sandy-a-red-hot-Pink Lady has not yet gelled. She came closer to doing it last night, but Sullivan's still not there.

Who knows what the pretty Colleen Sullivan's like in real life, but on stage she's got zip sex appeal. And it is passing strange that it should be so, since ostensibly she should have it all.

As soon as I saw her at the auditions I pegged her for Sandy. Blonde, pretty, fresh looking. Hell, she even looked freckly, from a certain angle.

She came in a plain shift dress straight out the Villager collection and the charming Fifties-style eyeglasses she wore signaled made her look like the real thing.

Personally, I would have left her just as she was, glasses and all and had her play herself until the last act denouement.

Then in the final scene and number, Shazam!, Sullivan/Sandy's eyeglasses and street clothes disguise would come off -- Hey, it worked for Clark Kent/Superman -- to reveal something sultry in come-hither Spandex and a Hairspray wig and Danny would at last and forever see "The One I Want."

But that's all minor quibbling over an overall great show, and any shortcomings are gladly forgiven when the whole cast reprises "We Go Together."