Film

The Grandmaster

Name: The Grandmaster
Genre: Action, Drama, History
Released: 2013
Cast: Tony Leung Chiu-wai, Zhang Ziyi, Chang Chen, Zhao Benshan, Xiao Shenyang

Wong Kar-wai turns Ip Man's story into pure sensation: rain on stone, gold braid, a breath held before the blow lands. History becomes heartbreak—two masters bound by discipline and an attraction neither admits. Gorgeous, elliptical, sometimes maddening about who's fighting whom and why. Watch it for mood and longing, not plot; if you want kung fu explained rather than felt, look elsewhere.

TMDb rating

6.6

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