The Grandmaster

Synopsis: Ip Man's peaceful life in Foshan changes after Gong Yutian seeks an heir for his family in Southern China. Ip Man then meets Gong Er who challenges him for the sake of regaining her family's honor. After the Second Sino-Japanese War, Ip Man moves to Hong Kong and struggles to provide for his family. In the mean time, Gong Er chooses the path of vengeance after her father was killed by Ma San.
Director(s): Kar-Wai Wong
Production: The Weinstein Company
  Nominated for 2 Oscars. Another 53 wins & 51 nominations.
 
IMDB:
6.6
Metacritic:
73
Rotten Tomatoes:
79%
PG-13
Year:
2013
130 min
$6,300,000
Website
253 Views

Don't tell me how well you fight,

or how great your teacher is,

or brag about your style.

Kungfu -

two words.

Horizontal. Vertical.

Make a mistake - horizontal.

Stay standing and you win.

Isn't that right?

THE GRANDMASTER:

We're from Foshan.

My father ran the family business.

He exported goods to Hong Kong.

The Ips have a long history in Foshan.

They named a street after us.

That's how wealthy we were.

Before I turned 40, life was easy.

I lived off my family money.

I had only one passion.

At seven, I started learning kungfu.

My master was Chan Wah-shun.

Foshan's Wing Chun began with Leung Jan.

I'm the third generation.

When I started, my master was seventy.

The day I became a disciple,

he tied the sash himself.

This sash stands for school and teacher.

It stands for honor.

You are now a martial artist.

You must live your life with honor.

One sash, an unbroken tradition.

I lived through dynastic times,

the early republic, warlords,

Japanese invasion and civil war.

Finally, I came to Hong Kong.

What kept me going

was the martial arts code of honor.

My wife, Zhang Yongcheng,

was the descendant of an Imperial Minister.

She was a woman of few words

because she knew their power.

We understood each other well.

She loved music.

I'd take her to hear opera.

People were so conservative back then.

Nice women didn't visit places like this.

But gossip didn't bother her.

When I went out, she lit a lamp

and left it lit till I came home.

If life has seasons,

my first forty years were spring.

1936. Foshan, Guangdong Province.

In 1936, Foshan

was a prosperous city.

Life was peaceful and good.

Back then, men socialised in brothels.

Such places were popular in the South.

Foshan's finest was Republic House.

Its walls were covered in gold,

so we called it the Gold Pavilion.

It was the first to have an elevator.

Enter a prince, exit a pauper.

You'd spend money like water.

It was like a social club

for martial artists.

Good men can be found among rogues.

And hidden masters too.

People saw it as a pleasure palace.

But to us,

it was a battleground.

I claim three accomplishments in life.

First, I united Xingyi and Bagua styles.

Second, I became the director

of the Northern Martial Arts Union,

bringing together Tongbei, Cannon Fist,

Tai Chi, Yan Qing and other schools.

Third, I took the northern masters south.

In 1929,

the First Southern Martial Arts Academy

was founded under my supervision

after talks here in the Gold Pavilion.

I'm getting old.

It's time for new blood.

I held a retirement ceremony up North.

You invited me to hold a second one here.

It's my farewell to

my southern comrades.

Up North, the one who took part

was my top disciple, Ma San.

He'll be my successor.

Please give him your support.

I'd always wanted

to take the southern styles north.

Sadly, my time's up.

I want to hold a demonstration match

with a southern martial artist.

Someone you all support.

Pick one.

Think you're good enough

to challenge the Old Master?

Let's keep it simple.

I'll take you all on.

Get him!

that at the ceremony up North,

I had the honor.

To worship at the feet of the Buddha

first pass the Guardian of the Gate.

That's me.

How can I represent the South?

The southern schools

are Hung, Lau, Choy, Lee, and Mok.

In rank,

you are all my seniors.

You're the leaders and masters.

I have no standing.

The reputation of the South is at stake.

We Southerners

may be petty,

but we don't run away from a fight.

We're not afraid of these Northerners!

This is a challenge.

We will rise to it.

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