The Fredösphere

We just got back from seeing Spanglish, the wifeosphere, sister-in-lawosphere, and I.  The gory chariot race scene went on for 20 minutes or more and was worth the price of admission all by itself.  No, seriously, it was a fairly decent tear-jerker.  I was afraid it would turn into one of those movies about redemption through the healing power of fornication, but instead it turned out to be the story of a bright young latina who, in spite of her excellent academic record, is rejected by Princton University because her admission essay ran on for 40,000 words.