STRANGE how after all the excitements of the fifties, John Osborne,

Angry Young Men, and subsequent post modernism, the revolution seems to

have swung back on itself.

Just now London theatre seems to be in the grip of revival fever.

Priestley, Rattigan, last year, now Rodney Ackland's 1930s The Old

Ladies and, soon to follow, Patrick Hamilton's 1929 thriller, Rope.

Actually, neither Ackland nor Hamilton makes for easy theatregoing. Both

embark on journeys into forbidden, emotional territory for all their

apparent conventional everyday trappings, made all the more disturbing

by their final melodramatic psychological twists. Both, though, are

unfashionably slow to unwind.

In Annie Castledine's Greenwich revival of Ackland's Old Ladies, which

stars Miriam Karlin in the role once taken by Edith Evans, and Faith

Brook and Doreen Mantle as the two other lodgers in Iona McLeish's

wonderfully skeletal crumbling house, it does seem for the first hour

that very little is happening.

Mantle's Lucy Amorest suffers over Brook's May Beringer taking tea,

recalling moments of past happiness. Mantle's Lucy is all comforting

warmth and Christian charity, Brook's May all fluttering, birdlike

terror. Upstairs, Karlin's Agatha in black wig and oriental scarves

glowers and schemes to wrench hold of May's one priceless possession --

a piece of amber given to her by her best friend.

Castledine and her co-director Sean O'Connor choose not to go all out

for Grand Guignol as the play moves towards its cruel climax. Yet, for

all its structural creakiness, Ackland's observation is so acute you

can't help but feel a tug of poignancy as these old ladies creep towards

their various ghostly fates.