The Help is one of those well-meaning films about America’s racial past that ring saccharine and false because it fails to present characters, behavior and attitudes that feel authentic to the period. Instead we get two-dimensional, cardboard-cut-outs of horribly insensitive rich white people, deeply soulful lower-class blacks, and plucky, well-meaning youth who are suppose to represent the idealized future we like to pretend we live in now. This was quite possible a fine novel--the story-lines and protagonists might have been explored far more credibly in a book--but as a movie it comes off as nothing more than a white-washing of history and a completely unchallenging feel-good film for white liberals. Some of the performances are great, but the fact black women primarily get notice and nominations for roles like these just reinforces the falseness of what this picture implies.