A middle-aged milquetoast discovers life with a vengeance in British novelist Graham Greene’s sly frolic, “Travels With My Aunt,” a Los Angeles premiere at the Colony Theatre in Burbank.
Tending his beloved dahlias seems less satisfying to the quiet, retired bank manager Henry Pulling, after Aunt Augusta shows up at his mother’s funeral. Alternately repulsed and fascinated, Henry learns that the 75-year-old, free-spirited grande dame lives above a pub, lustily cohabits with a young West Indies-born scoundrel named Wordsworth, carries a torch for an Italian war criminal and engages in skullduggery of her own.
She also harbors a secret — soon apparent to the audience, though not to Henry — having to do with Henry’s prim and proper mother and the seemingly unknowable stranger that was his late father.