Personally, I wish someone had the guts to fire Danielle Radcliffe from future Harry Potters right now, on the spot.

Oh, please. It’s not that 12-year olds are going to be going to Equus in London. It’s not that the "actor" and the "role" are going to be confused and pre-teens will have their "role model" sullied. It’s that there is a considerable cohort of pre-teen and even teen-aged girls who adore Radcliffe (my daughter went over to a friend’s house, a friend whom I didn’t think of a particularly HP-kind of person, and I asked her what her room was like, and Katie said, "Daniel Radcliffe. Everywhere.") and whose parents are internet-clueless (which is most of them) are going to be getting an eyeful of parts of Daniel Radcliffe that will undoubtedly be surfacing all over, that will then enter into their imaginations in ways that 12-year old girls don’t need to be encouraged to dwell on. 

It’s so amazingly irresponsible and self-centered. And a little desperate, if you ask me.