Being deaf you have to concentrate on reading the closed captions and trying to watch what is going on at the same time so you are not able to just let the movie take you out of yourself. Unlike a book where you are able to just let your self go into it since you are not distracted by trying to observe two things at once. At least that is what I think is going on there, I could be wrong.
Overall, correct, although I'd substitute "watching what is going on and trying to figure out what's going on, at the same time," as I don't mess with closed captioning. (For reasons mentioned in a thread in the "Mind Numbing Stupidity" forum here, the thead about Mike Mellow or Mark Malloy or whatever his name is; I'm convinced Vlada Mitty writes the captions.)
I dunno how many movies I've watched from start-to-finish in my entire life; perhaps slightly only more than what I have fingers. There's only three which I considered remarkable (although I was watching them under special circumstances, not as part of an audience in a theater).
Lawrence of Arabia has to be the greatest movie ever made. Ingmar Bergman's black-and-white classic
The Seventh Seal is perhaps the most realistic movie ever made. And then there was Shirley Booth and Anthony Quinn in
Hot Spell, another black-and-white from the 1940s.
"Hot Spell" is a great movie for deaf people to watch; the body languages of Booth and Quinn were so expressive one didn't have to "hear" anything to know what was going on. Damn, they were good.
I guess I can allege I saw
Star Wars and some Steve Martin comedy from the early 1980s in their entirety too, but I was young and drunk and stoned. All I "retain" of
Star Wars was that bar-room scene with all those weird beasts and savages in it, which probably had something to do with my later perception of the primitives on Skins's island.
But generally, when it comes to the cinema scene, franksolich is w-a-a-a-a-y off-stage.