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Time for another distracting, inconsequential obsession like the bird-watching in The Big Year. How about ANONYMOUS (October 28), a dramatization of the non-debate about whether Shakespeare actually wrote the plays attributed to him? Could the real author be Edward de Vere? And what does that have to do with the succession of Elizabeth I to the throne and Essex's plot against her? The cast of Rhys Ifans, David Thewlis, and Joely Richardson seems right, but Roland Emmerich, the disaster-movie maven, as director? Maybe it climaxes with the end of the world, like 2012.

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