I don't care how incoherent the story was. It was beautiful. And I'm pretty sure Ip Man was a Trojan horse: Kar-Wai just wanted to tell the story of Gong Er, who's the only dimensional and sympathetic person in the film. She had the most badass fight scene, one-line zingers ("I took it.") and melodramatic lines ("Heaven will know!") I've seen all year. And what a coat!
Not a martial arts film, not even a tribute to martial arts, it's a love letter. There was something sad and nostalgic about the martial arts family systems, Wong Kar Wai domesticated Kung Fu so much he made it relatable to anyone. It's not WKW's best and his usual subtle touches go out the window, but it exposes the other "Ip man" films as the mindless propaganda they are.
Stunningly beautiful but a surprisingly stifling and inert aesthetic object despite the film's constant motion. I can appreciate kung fu as abstract art/modern ballet up to a point but why is this film so pleasureless? It's a gorgeous museum piece with all the life sucked out of it.
breathtaking......an amazing sight to see on a big screen. one thing i noticed was the attention to hands and feet, tiny details like fruits and water become overwhelming and almost hard to bear. it's obvious wong kar wai not only loves kung fu but understands where it places the heart, through his efforts to place his viewers in that same space of coexisting tension and peace.