
The film takes place during the late-1930s in a popular martial arts school region. Ip Man is established as a retired wealthy master, also a loving father and husband, who has earned the respect of everyone in town despite his refusal to train anyone else. When a stock 1960's thug and his gang of goons come to town, easily beating down every other master in a convoluted get-rich-quick scheme (which involves opening up a school in the very same town and steal all the business from the other school as a result of his display of dominance) it's up to Ip Man to drive the ne'er-do-wells from town, which he does, achieving infamy amongst the locals.
Then the Japanese invade, the town is thrown to ruins, all the schools are destroyed, everyone's wealth is taken from them, and they have to work in the coal mines for food. Select volunteers are taken to participate in bloodsports to earn more food, most wind up beaten bloody, or dead. Ip Man takes exception and, at first, refuses to fight the General that now runs the town, but then, of course does, and wins, triumphantly. It's essentially a souped up version of early 90's Van Damme fight films, equally poorly acted (save for the always congenial Donnie Yen), although the Sammo Hung guided choreography is quite swell. It's so wildly fabricated and so blatant in its attempts to mythologize Ip Man into something he really wasn't that it damns the film, and the man's legacy, with ridiculousness. Apparently Wong Kar Wai has a long-in-production Ip Man feature called The Grandmasters, to be released in China at the end of the year. That I would like to see. This one, not only is it not the best film on Netflix Canada, it's also entirely skippable.
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