Avengers: Endgame was a riot of flashy fights and fan service, with enough humour thrown in to sometimes feel like a great comedy. It was silly and nonsensical, but above all it was entertaining, and when it needed to hit the emotional, dramatic beats it usually nailed them.

Yet there was a point in the film where I found myself distracted from the sheer inundation of fun — when it became clear that the many, many powerful heroines of the piece weren’t quite on par with the heroes. They were props, there to support the stories of the guys. Endgame did its women no favours and it’s time we talked about it.