Chinese entertainment: What's wrong with actresses wanting to improve?

Chapter 305 Jing Tian's Grievance

Jing Tian paused for a moment on the pasta with her fork.

"An action movie, a fantasy romance."

The film that just wrapped up filming is a soft science fiction movie.

Her voice was very soft, as if she were reporting on homework.

"In action movies, I play the second female lead, a secret agent, and I have a lot of action scenes."

The fantasy romance role features the third female lead, who plays the male lead's ex-girlfriend.

As she spoke, Jing Tian lowered her head, looking somewhat dejected.

There was a moment of silence at the dining table.

Inside the restaurant, people were talking and laughing loudly in Italian, and the clinking of glasses and plates could be heard from afar, mixed with the faint sounds of stir-frying coming from the kitchen.

These sounds only amplified the silence at the table.

Fan Binbin put down his wine glass and looked at Jing Tian.

"The character isn't memorable?"

Jing Tian's lips moved slightly.

"The character in the action movie was written with quite a lot of depth in the script."

Her voice was very low.

"The agent has psychological trauma and gradually rediscovers himself during the course of his mission."

However, during filming, the director felt that the dialogue scenes were too slow and cut them all.

In the final cut, I was just a tool for fighting.

"The fantasy romance is even more outrageous."

In the original script, the ex-girlfriend was a very charming character—independent, free-spirited, and actually doing better after the breakup.

But after filming, the production team felt the female lead wasn't likable enough, so they cut a large portion of my scenes to make room for more screen time for the female lead.

"I just finished filming a soft sci-fi movie where I played the second female lead, but I don't know how much screen time I'll have left in the final cut..."

Fan Binbin did not comfort her.

There was no "It's okay, take your time" or "You've already done a great job."

She simply picked up the wine bottle and poured a little more red wine into Jing Tian's glass.

That's Hollywood.

Fan Binbin's voice wasn't loud, but it was very clear.

"I also encountered setbacks when I first arrived."

She picked up her wine glass, took a sip, and spoke calmly as if she were talking about someone else's business.

"Hollywood's ceiling for Chinese actresses is just that high."

The roles you can play are either kung fu heroines, bookish academic geniuses, or exotic embellishments for the male lead.

You want to play a real, flesh-and-blood woman? No way.

"Without Yibai, I might have toiled away here for many years without ever getting ahead."

At this point, Fan Binbin looked at Fu Yibai.

Her eyes held a lot.

Jing Tian also looked at Fu Yibai. This man wrote, directed, and starred in her debut work.

It can be said that she has the highest starting point among domestic female stars.

Unfortunately, she moved to Hollywood after her debut, wasting this valuable start.

Jing Tian's gaze lingered on Fu Yibai's face for a moment before shifting away.

Fan Binbin saw all of this and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

She picked up her wine glass and gently touched Jing Tian's glass to it.

"Go back to China to develop your career."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was firm.

"The Hollywood cake looks big, but what you get is always just scraps."

"I was able to establish myself in Hollywood not because I was better than anyone else, but because Yi Bai and Franchise Entertainment were backing me up."

She paused, her gaze falling on Jing Tian's face.

"You should have figured it out after your year in Hollywood."

Those great directors and producers, deep down, always adhere to that white aesthetic system.

In their eyes, Chinese actresses will always just be an embellishment.

Jing Tian didn't speak, but her eyes betrayed her.

Every word Fan Binbin said felt like a needle piercing her heart.

Because it's true.

"The domestic market is different now."

Fan Binbin put down his wine glass, his tone becoming serious.

You should have seen how fast the domestic film market has developed in recent years.

When Gravity broke the billion mark, the entire Hollywood was shaken.

The world's largest film market in the future will definitely be in China.

She reached out and gently took Jing Tian's fingers, which were resting on the table.

"Come back."

With your qualifications, you could easily get better roles in the country.

No more playing supporting roles to white actors, no more having my scenes ripped apart.

Jing Tian's eyes reddened.

She lowered her head, blinked hard, and suppressed the bitterness in her eyes.

After a long while, she finally raised her head, forcing a smile.

"Sister Binbin, thank you."

"What are you thanking me for?"

Fan Binbin released her hand, picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and his tone returned to its usual languidness.

"I've been through that stage too."

While I haven't had it as bad as you, I've seen far too many talented Chinese actors suffer setbacks here.

She glanced at Fu Yibai.

"If it weren't for him, I might still be filming those mother-in-law and daughter-in-law dramas in China right now."

Fu Yibai was cutting lamb chops when he felt both of their gazes fall on him at the same time, so he looked up.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because you're handsome."

Fan Binbin spoke with righteous indignation.

Jing Tian couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The atmosphere at the dinner table finally relaxed a bit.

After finishing their meal, the four of them came out of the restaurant.

The night breeze in Los Angeles carries the moisture of the Pacific Ocean, and feels cool and refreshing on the skin.