Tendaberry

What this films lacks in plot, it makes up for with a shaky camera and rapid editing between shots trying to make the mundane into an unwatchable art house film. This was a 2 minute short film that was dragged out to two hours. The plot can be summarized as a girl given many choices in life and she chooses the wrong one at every opportunity. The lack of character development makes the lead female Dakota an unsympathetic lead and as she stumbles through her year of mistakes it makes the viewer unclear why we should be rooting for this person. There is no definable hero's journey so the final third of the movie leaves the watcher wondering when and how will this finally end.

Moody, hanging out, docufiction kind of vibe with some very nice-looking parts here and there, in contrast to others that were very jarring. The only problem was I could not resonate at all to the main character. Dakota is immature, naive and rude. Which makes sense given her age and her generation, but I have nothing in common with the culture, the lifestyle or the thinking so I found a lot of her choices, beliefs and attitudes either uncomfortable, unpleasant or just plain ridiculous. I was willing to make allowances in the beginning cause she seemed like a sweet kid with big dreams in a very harsh environment. But things go awry after she loses Yuri and she never seemed to have any close female friends. Even those she calls friends are not and she does not really bond with them or truly care. So might be a me problem although I am not so sure. I thought this was aiming or going towards the Anora kind of vibe or at least reaching out to the Anoras of the world, only I liked Anora and I even sympathized with her, but this did not happen with Dakota. Basically Kota is not my vibe.

Watched a screening in Berlin January 6, 2025.

This movie is a fantastic achievement. It creates its own dimension of sadness, which was difficult to bear but for me turned into a cathartic experience for which I am grateful.

As for another user review: Our mistakes and how we deal with them are what interests me in such a work of art. How close narrative, the hybrid form and acting get to real life achieves quite an emotional impact. In comparison, even though it is a masterpiece in its own right, for me "Anora" pales.

Before I saw it, the title and referencing Laura Nyro seemed very self-confident, bordering on presumptuousness. But it does not fail this ambition.

I'm not afraid to watch new, experimental films. But they have to resonate with me. And more importantly, they have to tell a story. Well, this one turned out to be a total waste of time. And I watched over an hour of it. I kept waiting for something to actually happen. It sort of did. But it sure took a long time to tell a story.

I thought the characters were horrible. I couldn't relate to anyone in the film. Especially the lead. She was a sour, nasty person who was going nowhere in life. And all the other characters were equally unlikable.

Then there was the camerawork. Horrible. It was like it was filmed with someone who had ADD. The camera kept jumping around and it almost made me dizzy. Plus the film was filled with annoying jump cuts. And then the filmmaker tried to weave in a bunch of historical footage of Coney Island and Brooklyn. It had absolutely nothing to do with the story.

If you want to waste a couple hours of your time, you'd be better off sitting by a lake or river and just stare into the void. Such a waste of time. Better luck next time guys!

--MovieJunkieMark.

Haley Elizabeth Anderson's Tendaberry is a stunning, emotionally raw portrait of a young woman's life in contemporary New York City, crafted with a documentary-like intimacy that blurs fiction and reality.

Kota Johan delivers a heartbreaking and deeply authentic performance as Dakota, a 20-something singer-songwriter navigating love, loss, and survival after her boyfriend Yuri is forced to return to war-torn Ukraine. Through Dakota's small triumphs and devastating setbacks, Anderson captures the chaos, beauty, and melancholy of everyday existence, using handheld cinematography and archival footage to weave a sensory, time-collapsing tapestry that feels both ephemeral and timeless.

What makes Tendaberry extraordinary is its fearless embrace of imperfection, flowing through seasons and emotions with poetic fluidity, as Dakota's voiceover and found footage bridge past, present, and future. Anderson's lyrical structure, unforced progression, and grounding in urban transience evoke the spirit of works like Beba and American Honey, yet the film carves its own identity with raw immediacy and tactile emotion. As Dakota dances, sings, struggles, and dreams, Tendaberry becomes not just a story of personal growth but a cosmic reflection on memory, place, and existence-one that lingers long after the final frame.