My Name Is Bill W.

Woods is great here, the rare actor who can play drunk well, doubly impressive considering not even Gregory Peck ever had to overcome hagiography this persistently on-the-nose ("Bill, you're so good at getting people to open up!"). Would have preferred the pulverizing barrage of anguished drinking dialed down in favour of a greater focus on the group's beginnings and Wilson's dabbling in drugs and spiritualism but I guess I can't fault Hallmark for not producing THE MASTER