Several paragraphs into yesterday’s story about Hugh Jackman, Daniel Craig and their Broadway show “A Steady Rain,” New York Times theater reporter Patrick Healy writes that “audience members can have a hard time separating the actors from their film roles as mythical crusaders.”

They’re not the only ones.

Healy’s remark would sound less condescending and less hypocritical if he hadn’t started off his own article by musing about who would win in a fight between Wolverine and James Bond. If he didn’t pepper his piece with allusions and comparisons to said film figures. If he didn’t describe Jackman’s face as lighting up “with a smile you would not expect from Wolverine.”

Yeah, that’s because Jackman is not Wolverine.

The constant amalgam between roles and actors is just dumb, not to mention demeaning to actors. The endless references to James Gandolfini behaving like Tony Soprano in articles and reviews of “God of Carnage” were plain ridiculous for instance.

But what really riles me in the Healy piece is the way he seems to make fun of those poor, unsophisticated audience members who mistake Jackman and Craig for Wolverine and Bond — even though his own article is entirely based on the same assumption. Give me a break.