But the clothes recruited by this young Finnish company speak volumes, not just as emblematic costuming but as faceless puppets that will eerily suggest the absent wearers.

It opens sweetly with a young Bride skipping onto the darkened stage, a flesh-and-blood bundle of smitten naivety. Her husband-to-be, however, is an expensive-looking blue suit – its size suggests a well-built six-footer – topped by a snappy trilby that stays on, even in bed. That, in itself, should have been a warning sign to our Bride, but it's not until she goes foraging in his wardrobe that a degree of unease sets in. Who wore these lace-trimmed petticoats – all virginally white, like that "morning after" gift to her? And where are these women now?