A six-year-old walking past a screaming mob into an empty school does not need much help to be moving. This film keeps offering it some anyway, whether it wants it or not.
Chaz Monet gives Ruby real dignity, even when the script around her turns too neat, and the film is best when it just watches: the walk to school, the silence in an empty classroom, the pressure on her parents at home, torn between protecting their daughter and letting the mob win.
The trouble is this often plays like a TV-movie footnoting itself for a classroom screening. The child psychiatrist turns up mainly to explain, out loud, what a six-year-old sitting alone has already told you. Even so, the film keeps smoothing the horror into one of Disney's better-behaved history lessons.
I left moved, and a little frustrated that a story this strong needed so much underlining. Once was plenty.