When I was pregnant with my twins, my dad always referred to them either as Itchy and Scratchy, or Fred and George. He did love the hijinks of the Weasley twins, and he was not alone; I totally wish the movies had made more time for them, but what can you do? Those are some seriously long books. Maybe Hollywood went about this all wrong. Maybe Ken Burns needed to do this as an 800-part miniseries, executed in eyelash-curling detail. Well, somebody put a pin in that idea until 2031, okay? That’s twenty years from now, which seems like it’s (blasphemously) becoming the average shelf life for a movie before getting itself remade or reimagined. Really, it’s a miracle nobody has remade Back To The Future, or anything by John Hughes. WAIT. STOP. NOBODY PUT A PIN IN THAT.