Mia Wasikowska walks four camels across Australia, obviously. Based on Robyn Davidson’s true 1977 story, this festival delight also stars Adam Driver as a field photographer for National Geographic who stands in for most of Robyn’s human interaction. Wasikowska continues to build on a varied, interesting resume in diverse films including The Kids Are Alright, Albert Nobbs and this spring’s Only Lovers Left Alive---Tracks requires a Castaway-style film carry, and her ethereal blondeness is nearly stomped down under a layer of dirt and sunburnt skin. Directed with respect and grace by John Curran (We Don’t Live Here Anymore), Tracks’ endless sandscapes and harsh outback make for a lovely, vaguely experimental character piece in the vein of Kelly Reichardt’s Meek’s Cutoff. Remember how Into the Wild wanted to be so deep and thoughtful about choosing to forgo modern comforts in order to get right with nature, but was actually about a guy who didn't prepare properly and died of his own stupidity? Tracks is the right version of that. —Tara Thorne