Parading a vacuous story that gets no assistance on the directing end, Rings on Her Fingers is a lightweight film that tumbles and stumbles along in boresome fashion to emerge as misfit entertainment.
Story [from an original by Robert Pirosh and Joseph Schrank] is of Cinderella texture, without benefit of originality in either its unfolding or direction. Gene Tierney is a store clerk plucked by confidence operators Laird Cregar and Spring Byington for a whirl as cute decoy for their shakedowns of rich victims. Henry Fonda, an accountant vacationing in California with savings of $15,000 to buy a sailboat, gets caught in the net and clipped.
Picture is filled with vapid situations that stretch the credulity of audiences, and fails entirely in attempts to get over lightness and smart situations along the route. Frequent clinches of Fonda and Tierney do little more than consume footage. He fails to emerge from the mesh of story difficulties and static direction.