If a viewer approaches The Chapman Report in the right frame of mind -- as the kind of film that should be laughed at, rather than with -- he will probably find enough here and there to keep his attention. But if he's expecting anything approaching decent drama, insightful direction, or (with one exception) good acting, he is bound to be dissatisfied in a very big way. Chapman is unforgivably smarmy, and the fact that a man of such taste and talent as George Cukor directed it is hard to believe. It's trashy and glossy, vapid and pointless, with a screenplay that is never so trite as when it thinks it is being daring. In other circumstances, a cast like this might have saved the project. Unfortunately, Jane Fonda is quite bad, the usually reliable Claire Bloom can find nothing fresh in her stereotypical character, and Shelley Winters is boring. Only Glynis Johns makes a favorable impression, largely because her story is played for laughs -- a benefit which also allows Ty Hardin to escape relatively unscathed. (The same cannot be said for the other males in the cast.) A misfire from the word go, Chapman has a few fun moments (intentional and not), but given the talent involved, it's a big disappointment.