As much as I expected the new Star Trek movie to be a Bruckheimeresque dog turd, it seems like everyone from Miss Flick Chick to the New York Times has given it high marks. So have most of my Trekkie friends, for that matter. That’s a pleasant surprise, given Hollywood’s penchant for finding new and creative ways to make films that are bigger, louder and — invariably dumber and emptier — than their original source material.

Suppose I’d better see it this week. But not Thursday night, since that’s when I’ll be seeing Worlds Collide’s big-screen showing of the Harlan Ellison-penned Trek episode “City on the Edge of Forever.”