For the last five years, I’ve been dreading the moment I finally had to re-watch Sucker Punch: not because I loathed it the first time round, but because I didn’t. A few days before Zack Snyder’s kaleidoscopic action-girl opus was released – some might say pertinently – on April Fool’s Day of 2011, I caught a preview screening and adored every lunatic frame of it. Then the reviews came in, and I realised I was in a minority of roughly one.

“Soul-suckingly putrid”, bellowed the Mail. “A pervert’s Inception,” tutted the Guardian. “Cacophonous and militantly stupid,” wrote Sukhdev Sandhu, my predecessor at the Telegraph, while Philip French wrote forlornly in the Observer of its “rancid lubrications”, a phrase I keep meaning to steal.

But the real blow out of nowhere – the “sucker punch”, if you will – came from the film blogging community, whom you might reasonably assume would more naturally align with the film’s target demographic. Bloggers didn’t reject the newspaper critics’ overwhelmingly dim view. They endorsed it.