The more I write my blundering way deeper into this attempt to describe my “watching” process, the more I see this process as one of hallucinating a version of an audio-visual narrative that works for me based on limited cues. This hallucination, the mental “picture” of the film or show I build up, isn’t just shaped by the audible impression I cobble together of what’s happening at any given moment and the visceral reaction I feel the audio content is urging me toward, but also the overall tone created by the plot and dialogue of the piece. I haven’t watched Babylon 5 in its entirety because I don’t have that kind of time this decade, so I feel a little uncomfortable using it as an example, but I think my reaction to it works well as an illustration of what I mean by “tone”. Babylon 5 is a space opera show about a human space station that acts as a diplomatic outpost for multiple very powerful alien species, and the opening narration sets the tone by asking us to imagine “humans and aliens wrapped in two-million five-hundred-thousand tons of spinning metal. All alone in the night.” That conjures a mental image of, well, a space station made of two-million five-hundred-thousand tons of spinning metal, so, okay, there’s a really big-ass wheel or ring or maybe sphere floating in the big cold black of space. But it also overlays a particular mood, of solitude and a certain gravity and theatrical grimness on that image to turn it into the B 5 station specifically and not just any old space habitat. And, with my exploration of the show informed by this tone, I find this initial impression reinforced by dialogue and by events: by one central character’s statement, in response to being asked what he wants in life, that “I want to stop running through my life as if I were late for an appointment”, by the failure of the show’s main characters to stop the tide of galactic politics turning towards war, what in Babylon 5’s inimitable melodramatic but evocative way one character calls “the long, twilight struggle”. In the absence of the ability to take the show in visually as other viewers do, this sense of melancholy theatricality shapes how I hallucinate the station and its people, dulls my imagination of the futuristic grandeur with a faint grime of wear and tear. The people loom larger than life in my mind’s “eye” in the way of heroes in space opera, but they look tired; their shoulders sag a bit; their eyes are haunted, because they have watched worlds burn. I have no idea whether the station is actually dulled by this sheen of realism — quite honestly I suspect the special effects in the early 90s weren’t good enough for us to tell one way or the other –, but I imagine it to be so when I hallucinate the show based on the cues I’ve been given.
Music can have a similarly major effect on my impression of a film or show’s tone and the picture it prompts me to build for myself and my dazed imaginings of the setting and the characters. Think the plaintive flutes and horns and drums of The Lord of the Rings that conjure up, at least for me, a sense of vast wondrous lands still to be crossed, or the inspirational yes-we-can strains of the Star Trek theme. Is the world all shiny? Or beaten down? Are the characters broken, tired around the eyes, weighed down by all the mopey violin getting cranked out in the background? Or are they energized by their mission and the sound of celestial trumpets? (These are extreme examples, of course.) Alternatively, music can provide an essential counterpoint that nuances the mental image, as the fast-paced, vaguely militaristic remix of the Babylon 5 fanfare used for the opening theme in the second season shapes the tone by acting as a contrast to the grave solitude and deepening crisis set up by the bombastic opening narration, sounding a note of defiance and futile optimism in the face of the inexorable slide towards darkness and war that plays out across the season. Music does all this for everyone, of course, the same way dialogue helps set the tone for everyone as well as conveying information, but I think I do rely on these things more heavily than many other viewers. Which is why I sometimes latch onto theme music so single-mindedly and repetitively and hum it for ever and ever. At least that’s my excuse.
I rely on the substantial dialogue most of all, of course. But these scenes sometimes have more pitfalls than you’d think. Even though dialogue-heavy sequences are much more my home turf so far as being able to understand things easily goes, particularly complex scenes of character interplay can actually be tougher to deal with than action, because of what goes unsaid and unmarked by the sound design. One of the key things blindness does away with that is really kind of tough to find a fix for is the ability to read body language and facial expressions. This difficulty is one of the most disorienting things about interacting with other people: Are they happy? Are they sad? How do they feel about what I’m saying to them? About the other things happening around us? Am I annoying them? Are they about to cut me? I really do not know. Of course a lot of this comes through in someone’s voice, but relying on voice only inevitably misses things, sometimes big things. So the long meaningful shots that certain types of films love, where people are sitting alone and thinking thoughts about the midlife crises they’re having and the camera is desperately tracking their every eye movement like it’s being held by someone who knows there’s a prestigious cinematic award in this for them if they just make us look at this poor fucker’s face for long enough, or two people are doing a lot of visual acting with loaded glances and fraught stuff like that, or someone is doing something sneaky without having the courtesy to vocalize their cunning plan, can actually be tougher to work out than a fight with two-hundred people on screen. More meaning tends to turn on these things too. How Elrond and Arwen are looking at each other in the film version of The Two Towers has more long-term significance for the decisions they make and what motivates them than the precise tactical details of how the uruk-hai breach the walls of Helm’s Deep do for the final disposition of the plot, epic as the battle is. (Admittedly this is a really bad example, because Elrond pretty much always sounds like in his mind palace he is seeing himself pissing on all these silly plebeians and their silly ring from a great height and he’s just too old for this shit and you know what? don’t even open your mouth because really there’s just nothing you can say to him, so the scene leaves a little bit of business to the body language but not much I don’t think).
So what about when I just miss these subtle cues completely? When I just can’t figure out any version of what the two people in the super-intricate spy thriller are doing with their sneaking around and their raised eyebrows and their facial innuendo? Well, okay, here are my super secret blindperson “watching” tactics for when the audio and hallucination fail me: 1: Sometimes I just let it go. Because life’s too short. 2: But, if it’s a narrative I’m invested in, then I generally go and ask wikipedia what happened. (These are real disappointing supersecret adaptive techniques, I know. Sorry about that.)
If wiki’s cursory plot summary does not provide, I have two options, only one of which I personally use if I have any choice. 3: I can look for a version of whatever it is I wanna watch with a descriptive audio track specifically for blind people. These are those things where the sound fades out every thirty seconds so a disembodied voice can tell you in pleasant tones what Indiana Jones is doing. I love that these exist, think they’re necessary, would certainly recommend them to other visually impaired people and use them under some circumstances, but I don’t really enjoy them, and would rather put up with a little bit of uncertainty about what’s going on than use them. My objections are several: Back in my youth, when VHS was the only format and we had to watch out for velociraptors and stooping pterodactyls whenever we left our homes, the issue was that the descriptive track was baked directly into the audio you heard on the tape and you couldn’t turn it off, so even once you’d memorized the damn Indy movie you still had the pleasant voice explaining it to you the twenty-seventh time you watched it. Menu-based home video options (DVD and blueray) have gotten rid of this problem, as they transform the descriptive track into just another option to be toggled, but there are still other difficulties. If you’re watching in a group it’s a fairly significant buzzkill for the other people, as the descriptions are probably quite annoying if you don’t need them. They are, unfortunately, also annoying if you do need them, as — while you can tell when listening to how the narration has been placed that every effort is made to avoid this — they sometimes talk over dialogue and important sound cues, which is too bad, and a dealbreaker for me personally. Plus they talk over the music. Which means they talk over John Williams’ Indiana Jones theme. Which isn’t cool. It’s also not easy to find exactly what you want to watch with a descriptive service provided, even if you’re willing to order it and wait. I would, kind of on principle, never opt to watch one thing rather than another thing because it was described. Starwars is great, but if I wanna watch The King’s Speech Starwars will not do.
So, having bitched and moaned my way out of using the resources specifically created for people like me by people who are very good at their jobs, I find myself restricted to option 4: Find tolerant friends who are willing to interrupt their viewing experience with description, and watch whatever it is with them. I’ll talk about the ways this shapes the experience in a separate post, next time I want to procrastinate and feel like writing about it.