There's an innocence to The Youngest Profession that's almost other-worldly; modern viewers may feel as if it came from another planet, not just another time, and this fact alone may give it some appeal. Once the novelty of its freshness wears off, however, Youngest wears out its welcome. The main reason, of course, is not that Youngest is fluff, but because it's totally unsupported fluff. There's no solid underpinning, either in terms of real drama or genuine technique, and so it soon falls in on itself. There is some fun, of course, in seeing its parade of MGM stars and watching them interact in a typical "fan" situation, but after a while one is ready to trade the not-inconsiderable likes of Greer Garson and Walter Pidgeon for just a few moments of wit and originality. Matters are not helped by the plot abruptly switching course in the middle of the film, as the writers clearly (or correctly) saw that their original premise couldn't support a full-length film. Had an actress other than Virginia Weidler been cast in the lead, Youngest would work at least a little better; but Weidler was always a bit grating and artificial, a fact that only became more apparent the older she became. Youngest is harmless and mildly diverting, but little more.