This is a really fun movie, inspired by Bruce Lee's early time in the US. I love this moment in the final fight, when Wong Jack Man is sizing Lee up, learning his moves. The whole scene is great, but I love how the monk's thought process is portrayed. I tried to skip to 1:39, right before you get to see how he mentally defines Lee's technique, noticing Lee's self-restriction. This scene is supposed to portray Lee, realizing how 'style' can prevent expressing full potential, past a certain point in practice, versus pedagogical structure. This signifies the beginning of Lee developing Jeet Kun Do. I'm not at that level of development, but it's good to think about 'the art.' We're all pretty much stuck with the instrument we're born into. If martial arts is one of the many ways we use our body to express our internal condition, then the different disciplines within are like different genres. Some people focus on just one, getting to know seminal artists and defining techniques of expression, say weaves in the textile arts and their cultural associations. The greats are those who know, not only the best technique for a moment from their repertoire. They've practiced the basics for so many repetitions that it's a part of them. They know also, that their training was intended for certain scenarios, perhaps as many as possible, yet life includes more than any curriculum. In expression, they apply fundamental principles in novel ways to construct simple things that defy genre. You learn your equipment. You hone your craft. You compile and refine technique, recognizing that the present defines priority and therefore supercedes preparation. You blend into the moment, one component operating in synchrony with the situation. At the speed of life, be water.