What's the first word that comes to mind when George Cukor's name is invoked? Tasteful, right? So why in the name of all that is sleazily, trashily holy is he directing this precursor to "Desperate Housewives"? (Shoulda gotten Blake Edwards or Frank Tashlin instead). The result, as could have been predicted, is an overly talky, undersexed bore.
Review of The Chapman Report
