With AK Hangal gone, so is the self-effacing (and archetypal) character actor, content to blend noiselessly into the background.
Neil Armstrong and AK Hangal died within days of each other, and they had nothing in common except for the fact that their cultural currency has been devalued. When Armstrong set foot on the moon, it was unthinkable, but tell that story to a kid today, raised on a steady diet of Hollywood’s special-effects blockbusters, and he’ll probably shrug. “Yeah, well, okay, it’s not as if he killed Voldemort.” One generation’s mountains are doomed to be steamrolled, by the passing of years, into molehills, and just like it’s necessary to view Citizen Kane through the eyes of the audience then to see why it’s such a big deal even today, it’s important to have a bit of perspective while regarding Armstrong. Or for that matter, AK Hangal, who, if not quite in the same league of achievement as Armstrong, has certainly ended up, like him, a household name whose very mention brings to mind something extraordinarily specific, something attributable to no one else.
It is customary to mourn the passing of a beloved actor as “the end of an era,” but in the case of AK Hangal, the phrase isn’t just a handy cliché, a warm shawl reached for to alleviate, at least for the instant, the chill of death. Hangal’s passing really feels like the end of an era, if only because the kind of movies in which he was such a fixture simply aren’t made anymore. Or maybe they’re still made, but a little differently – the middle-class family in the movies made today resembles an upper-class household in India of the 1970s. And there’s no space in these films for an actor like Hangal. What would he do in them? His specialty was the embodiment of a certain kind of sturdy decency that has vanished in the India we see around us, where social-media platforms have weaned a tetchy, independent, wiseass citizenry that has little use for being fussed over by a faithful family retainer.
Even those of us who grew up in Hangal’s India – a nation that remained largely unchanged for what seemed like decades – may cluck with impatience, today, if he showed up and began to dispense homilies in that measured cadence of his, with its slightly nasal lilt. It’s easier to confine Hangal (and his character-actor peers) to the past, like a photo album we pull out when in the mood. Because today, we’ve gotten used to character actors who play characters – while Hangal and his cohorts were mostly called upon to essay archetypes. Think Om Prakash, for instance, and we recall with fondness a bumbling man constantly flustered by life’s unanticipated happenings. Think Leela Mishra, and we remember the matron who worried about unmarried daughters and nieces. These were not the only parts these actors played, of course, but these were the parts they were most often called upon to play. Carrying this persona along from film to film, they compacted reams of backstory into a smile or a glance.
Hangal’s backstory, in his films, was that he’d been around for generations, and he was therefore an unshakable link to the values of a long time ago. If your parents were gone or weren’t around, he was a stand-in who took charge of feeding you the way your mother would, while also being the father you could turn to during life’s bleakest moments. If not within the family, Hangal was the conscience-keeper from without, the way he so memorably was in Sholay – if you hurt him, you hurt everyone around him. And in films like Bawarchi, he was a part of the extended family, the kind of weak-willed householder we knew all too well from our homes and from the homes of those around us. And as we gravitated from joint families to nuclear households, as our lifestyles began to favour a few close and like-minded friends over the families next door (whom we’d smile at; nothing more), and as we exiled ourselves from a communal existence to self-sufficient islands of our own making, we outgrew the need for AK Hangal.
I say this not with sadness or bitterness, but simply as a statement of fact – which is why his passing is, quite literally, the end of an era. Or to be more precise about it, the era was long gone – he was one of the last connecting tissues, and now that link is severed too. A Hangal “type,” today, would be a crusty old coot, given to salty euphemisms, swigging down local liquor and trying to bed the sixteen-year-old next door. The parts that character actors play, the ones that get them noticed, have increasingly gotten more extreme, more colourful, more idiosyncratic – more like individualistic characters, in other words. Today’s supporting actor wants to stand out, be aggressively memorable. In Hangal’s time, he was content to blend into the background. That, right there, is another way we’ve changed, our country has changed. We may reflect on AK Hangal with fondness whenever a film of his plays on TV, but we will never really need him again.
Lights, Camera, Conversation… is a weekly dose of cud-chewing over what Satyajit Ray called Our Films Their Films. An edited version of this piece can be found here.
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Santa
August 31, 2012
Beautifully articulated, BR.
“…we outgrew the need for AK Hangal. I say this not with sadness or bitterness…”
I could not but help feel a touch of sadness, not just at his passing away, but also at the straitened circumstances in which he lived his last few years. Anyway.
On reading of his demise, I remembered a moment from Lagaan. I recall being intrigued by the gaggle of quirky characters and their reaction to the arrival of clouds. But it was at the moment when Hangal’s character’s (don’t remember the name) eyes light up at the arrival of clouds, that I somehow “connected” and really shared in the village’s happiness.
Its like when one is trying to find a place to eat in a strange new place and, and spots a McDonalds (I know its a terrible analogy since Mr. Hangal’s roles were certainly not unwholesome like McDonald’s offerings). But it conveys the point, I think.
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Shazia
September 1, 2012
Lovely piece on AK Hangal. When I think of the characters he has played, surprisingly I remember a very small role he had in Deewar. That character has somehow stayed with me– a school teacher, a man of principles, a father. And it was a very important role because it made Ravi Verma look at things differently. “Itni badi shiksha kisi teacher ke ghar se mil sakti thi.” This is what Ravi says while leaving his house. That was AK Hangal for me.
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Shalini
September 1, 2012
Everyone talks about Sholay, but my favorite Hangal role and performance is in Basu Chatterjee “Manzil” where he played against type.
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venkatesh
September 1, 2012
RIP Mr Hangal. Much missed.
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Shankar
September 1, 2012
Digression….I’m loving the NEP soundtrack!! It’s densely orchestrated yet very light in feel…
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Santosh Kumar T K
September 1, 2012
“We may reflect on AK Hangal with fondness whenever a film of his plays on TV, but we will never really need him again.” Beautiful!
Digression 2… aapne uss bande ki, arre yaar kya naam hai uska, haaan ilyaraja ke gaane sun li?
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aandthirtyeights
September 1, 2012
Brangan, have you seen “Shaukeen”? Possibly Hangal’s most out-of-type character and performance… With Ashok Kumar and a spectacular Utpal Dutt!
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rameshram
September 2, 2012
If anyone has netflix, watch this really sweet turkish film called “bliss”.
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wonderingaloud
September 2, 2012
Funny, the ease with which we decide what this country needs and doesn’t need these days. Whither complexity? Is it the actor who chooses to be typecast? Could his strong political stands have affected the choices available to him as Bollywood became increasingly regressive (http://www.dnaindia.com/entertainment/report_ak-hangal-withstood-shiv-sena-s-onslaught-cpi_1732931)? A.K. Hangal represents a generation of committed activists, mostly from IPTA, within the film fraternity who wanted to use the medium for more than just entertainment. Rather than dismiss this, some of the edgier Hindi filmmakers today, might in fact have given him the roles he really deserved.
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rameshram
September 2, 2012
wondering aloud,
Shhhh! What do you think this Obit was all about?! It was about NOT saying some politically unpopular things about A K Hangal. Communist?! WTF is that?! aren’t those extinct and quite unnecessary?! We are VERRRY Hollywood studios and foreign investment friendly! 😀
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rameshram
September 3, 2012
I mean, Rangudu, who writes most of his serious (non kamal non mani) film writing mostly from wikipedia, could easily have found out about IPTA or Hangal’s activism by a couple of strategically conducted google searches(Hangal biography/ filmography) . ..as could any of us…
Often people tell you more by what they choose not to talk about as much as their Visu dialog style alliterative compositions! 😛
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brangan
September 3, 2012
rameshram: I understand your need to scratch your claws every morning at my blog posts, but you should first find out what an obit is, and understand that this is not one. (Pssst! To find out what an obit is, you could try Wikipedia or “a couple of strategically conducted google searches.”)
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rameshram
September 3, 2012
🙂 I understand you have to scratch your claws on my comments, brannigan, but that whole thang about “obits” was merely a sideshow to distract from the point I was making 😉 (carry on dottore, as blade would say) 😀
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