Ether Productions are competing against the elements in their stunning aerial bedtime story, Mirror, Mirror. Those distractions include a bustling box office downstairs and the functioning elevator that stops and opens onto the playing space every few minutes, constantly tempting us out of the world the performers have created. Thankfully, through glorious physicality, impressive design and the sheer ingenuity of writer and choreographer Niamh Creely's feast for our inner fantasist, this never happens.

Upstairs in Filmbase, as the sun goes down, a company of three aerialists flesh out the darker subtext beneath the fairy tales we know and love. Burgeoning womanhood and emerging predators are teased out through twisting bodies, as they contort around poles, ribbons, hoops and each other. Innocence slips towards sensuality which itself become something more sinister, as archetypal characters bare new teeth. And as the performers drop rapidly from above to spin just metres away from your face, the frisson of danger is underscored by a largely dubstep soundscape tinged with carnival sleaze.

It’s a joy to witness aerial acrobatics at such close range, where proximity heightens our emotions and simple facial expressions lend depth to the movement.

Star rating: ★★★★★