This is a terrible film. It has no point and just flounces all over the place confusing caricature with character. September 2001 is not dramatised. New Orleans is not mentioned. Apparently, W was defined by the fact that his Poppy could not say he loved him. Being "born again" was falling down in a forest while going on a 3 mile jog after an all night drinking binge. The film seemed much longer than it was. I stayed to try to find out who did the screenplay, but that was not covered by the closing credits.
I guess that Oliver Stone wrote the screenplay. Note to self: free tickets are worth the money one pays for them.