"While you’ve flitted and you’ve flirted
I’ve had rubber gloves inserted"
The Telegraph describes Travels With My Aunt as the perfect Sunday night musical, but whilst I'm all for a smattering of "gentle feel-good enjoyment" (I loved both Ballykissangel and Monarch of the Glen with the best of them), it's hard not to feel that this show also panders to the less-flattering side of that comparison too. In that it is thoroughly old-fashionedly middle-of-the-road, the traditional white, middle-class kind of undemanding entertainment that rarely gets the pulse racing yet still raises an eyebrow with the amount of stereotyping that it purveys.
You can see why Jonathan Church chose it to open his last season at the Chichester Festival Theatre, it's a safe bet for that venue and its typical audience and there's nothing wrong in that, I just can't pretend to have any enthusiasm for it. A musical adaptation of Graham Greene's 19969 novel of the same name, it comes from the same team who brought us Betty Blue Eyes - writers Ron Cowen and Daniel Lipman and composers George Stiles and Anthony Drewe. But where that show had a liberating sense of nostalgia, this one kept me prisoner.