Considering the talent involved with it, Rings On Her Fingers must rate as a disappointment. What makes matters even worse is that it's also a blatant attempt to feed off the success of an earlier film, the marvelous The Lady Eve. Both films are comedies about grifters after an easy mark and how one of the grifters falls in love with her prey. The difference is that Eve is blessed with heavenly, witty writing and incisive direction from Preston Sturges, whereas Rings is earthbound in its writing and surprisingly clunky in its direction. Rouben Mamoulian, normally an inventive and interesting director, seems unsure what he's doing associated with this movie; Rings lacks the flair that he brings to his films and is helmed in an almost disinterested manner. Like Eve, Rings does have Henry Fonda, and he's quite the best thing in the film. Once again playing an honest, naïve every-day feller, Fonda is immensely likeable throughout and uses his considerable skills to milk laughs out of situations that don't really deserve them. Opposite him, Gene Tierney looks absolutely sensational, but she lacks the distinctive personality that could take a non-descript role and bring it to life. Much better are Spring Byington and Laird Cregar as the cons who devise the scheme to bilk Fonda. They're a great deal of fun, and they and Fonda could almost convince you that Rings is worth watching. Almost.