Neil Patrick Harris is hosting the Tonys. Yay!

The New Yorker’s Anthony Lane reviews the new “Star Trek” movie with a big stick up his ass. The tone of this piece is just off. There’s no need to mock blockbuster movies just because they’re blockbusters; some blockbusters, such as this one, are actually really good.

Who is this review written for? Are there really people out there who are going to rely on Anthony Lane’s opinion about whether to see the new “Star Trek” movie? Most of us don’t care, and the snobby Upper East Siders for whom this review seems to be written weren’t going to see it anyway.

I don’t know why the review pisses me off so much — maybe it’s because I’d just seen the movie a few hours earlier and thought it was terrific, and then I read this I’m-better-than-you piece of crap. God, no wonder people call this magazine elitist.

Jason Linkins writes: “I mean, who knows what might happen if someone spilled THE GAY all over America’s precious writs of certiorari?”

Jason and I went to college together. He was involved in our First Year Players production of “Sweeney Todd” (I think he was the publicity director? I’m not sure).