Noir’s Hard Luck Ladies: Peggie Castle

Peggie Castle, classic femme fatale of the noir film
Peggie Castle, classic femme fatale
It’s important to remember that film noir is a recovered movie genre, by which I mean that most of the films we call noir were once lost. Many of these movies, in fact, are still in danger of vanishing unless we rescue them from the disintegrating effects of time.

It would be a shame to lose these films, if for no other reason than they are the final fading evidence of so many talented people. While big stars like Barbara Stanwyck or Ava Gardner are in no danger of disappearing, the further one digs into the cycle of classic noir films the more one finds forgotten women of great talent and vivacity who, with just one breakout role, could have shot to eternal stardom. One finds men there too, of course, but Hollywood has always been an especially dangerous place for beautiful young women drunk on dreams of wealth and fame. Film noir is, at least in part, a cult of these discarded women. It is their final testament.

Peggie Castle, portrait of a dame
Peggie Castle: Gorgeous, but deadly dame
Take someone like Peggie Castle. Born Peggie Blair in Virginia, she moved to Hollywood when her father, an efficiency expert, took a job at Goldwyn Studios. Blond and beautiful, she began modeling after college and soon found her way into the movies, where it was stipulated in her contract that she pose for “cheesecake art.” She started in bit parts for Columbia, and by the early fifties had worked her way up to playing “bad girl” roles in B-pictures.

Her best film was Phil Karlson’s 99 River Street (1955) in which she plays John Payne’s faithless wife. Her plan to leave her husband for a jewel thief sets off a chain reaction of bad events, events that ultimately consume Castle herself. Castle’s performance is evocative of her screen persona—sexy, more than a bit dangerous, but also tinged with disappointment. She takes a role that could have been one-dimensional and injects it with real personality. She’s the bad girl in the film, but you come away from it with sympathy for her.

Part of her ability to draw the audience in was good acting, but some of it came from Castle’s own essential nature. As her friend, Donna Martell, would later remember, “There was something missing in the girl’s personality. She was very lonely, and she was not a happy person. I felt that right away.” Something of what Martell saw came through onscreen, though it was seldom put to good use by directors who preferred to accentuate Castle’s voluptuousness and air of self-sufficiency.

Mickey Spillane’s I, the Jury movie poster
Naked fury, indeed!
She would come to define pulp master Mickey Spillane’s view of women onscreen, a harrowing fate for any actress. In I, the Jury (1953), the first Spillane adaptation, she plays evil shrink Charlotte Manning. The film is a flawed affair, with a weak lead performance by Biff Elliot as Mike Hammer, and a gimmicky 3D presentation. Aside from John Alton’s gorgeous cinematography, in fact, Castle is by far the best reason to see the film. She has the exact combination of aloof beauty and devious intelligence that the role calls for, and one wonders what she might have done opposite a decent actor in the lead role. The final showdown between Charlotte Manning and Mike Hammer—in which the murderous Manning strips naked to seduce Hammer and is shot dead by him instead—ranks as one of noir’s premier moments of misogyny. Given the charisma imbalance between the actors, you find yourself wishing Castle could kill him first.

Her second Spillane adaptation, The Long Wait (1954), was a step down from the first in overall quality, but it does demonstrate what charisma Castle possessed. She was an effortlessly sexy and interesting actress, and every time she shows up on screen, this rather plodding movie perks up a bit. She also features in the film’s strangest, and best, scene—an almost impressionistic little number in which Castle and Anthony Quinn are kidnapped by a gangster and taken to an abandoned warehouse. In the middle of a huge circle of white light, bordered by complete darkness, Quinn is tied to a chair and Castle is bound-up on the floor. In a montage of askew camera angles that stands out stylistically from the rest of the film, Castle crawls over to Quinn as the psycho gangster throws obstacles like tables and chairs in her path. The scene was clearly designed as the big Hitchcockian set-piece of the film, but while it fails to generate much real suspense, it is an interesting piece of filmmaking on its own. If nothing else, it’s probably the one scene from the film that you’ll remember.

Movie poster for Finger Man: I put the finger on Public Enemy Number One!
Finger Man, a title that would have completely different connotations today.
Her last noir of note was Finger Man (1955) costarring Frank Lovejoy. What works nicely here is the relationship between the hoodlum played by Lovejoy and the doomed ex-prostitute played by Castle. Their scenes together have an interesting chemistry. Frank Lovejoy was one of the great unsung actors of the fifties, and this role was something of a change from his usual decent everyman character. If he’s not always completely convincing as a tough guy, he’s thoroughly convincing in his scenes with Castle, for whom the film was a change of pace from her usual murderous vixen roles. Here she’s playing a woman who’s taken some hard licks in life and fears she maybe coming to the end of things. Castle herself was coming to the end of her career in films. A short, if busy, career on television would follow. Then came a series of broken marriages, a sad descent into alcoholism, and an early death at the age of 45.

If you know Castle’s story, then one scene in the film takes on a particular resonance. She has a brief monologue in which she explains her life to Lovejoy. Castle delivers it beautifully in one take, her eyes looking close to genuine tears:

“All my life, I’ve had dreams—not big ones, just my share of the little things…I know I’m no bargain. I’ve been around, plenty. I don’t feel sorry for myself. Only, sometimes, I get the feeling there isn’t any more time, like there isn’t going to be any tomorrow. Be nice to me. Please.” 

Jake Hinkson, The Night Editor


  1. Jake Hinkson

    PS: Castle’s best film, 99 River Street is available for streaming on Netflix’s Watch Instantly. Also available, Castle as a gun-toting cowgirl seeking revenge in Two-Gun Lady (co-starring Marie Windsor).

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