Concrete Playground



    When: Thursday, 6 March - Wednesday, 9 April
    Where: Various cinemas in Brisbane
    How much: $15 - $20

    In 1977, Robyn Davidson decided she would walk west from Alice Springs until she hit the Indian Ocean, taking with her only her beloved dog and four camels. She was determined to do this alone, but, finding herself in need of money, was forced to allow National Geographic photographer Rick Smolan to document her journey. Davidson was told the trek would be suicide, but, undeterred, she set out anyway on her perilous, eventful journey.

    Filmmakers have been trying to adapt Tracks since the early 1980s, with even Julia Roberts attached in 1993. This is the sixth (and, clearly, the only successful) attempt to bring Davidsonís story to the screen, and one has to wonder: whatís with all the fuss? Davidsonís story is certainly remarkable in terms of human achievement, but given our cinema is notoriously awash with characters undertaking dangerous walks across the unforgiving Australian landscape, do we really need one more?

    'Need' is probably too strong a word. Itís made. Itís here. And all told, itís pretty good. Mia Wasikowska is especially impressive as Davidson, imbuing her with a determination required to sell the character. She delivers lines with a certain brand of confidence so rare in Australian acting. Lines of dialogue that would clearly clang noisily to the ground when delivered by others float effortlessly from Wasikowskaís mouth. Itís pretty clear why sheís enjoyed such international success.

    Adam Driver, best known from Lena Dunhamís Girls, is equally superb as Smolan. Driver is a compelling presence, and though his character is an irritant to Davidson, he is a welcome presence to us whenever he appears.

    The filmís biggest problem is the lack of motivation. Davidson may have felt a compulsion apropos of nothing, but the rules of film are different. If weíre to invest in this journey, feel sympathy for our heroine, we need to feel some portion of what she feels. We need to care. And ďI felt like itĒ doesnít quite get us there. This, naturally, almost undermines the entire movie. Itís difficult to relate to someone doing something seemingly pointless the hard way, for the sake of doing it the hard way. I suspect Davidsonís memoir does a better job selling us on this, but the audience should not be expected to read the book first.

    That said, itís a testament to the film that it can survive this misstep so well. John Curranís direction is effective and tangible, and Marion Nelsonís screenplay depicts Davidsonís isolation particularly well. Mandy Walkerís superb cinematography makes the landscape seem terrifying and seductive all at once.

    Title cards at the end inform us what happened next, and give the proceedings an annoying retroactive feeling of unearned worthiness, souring this reviewer at the worst possible moment. Despite this, Tracks is an engaging, beautiful film that overcomes its flaws impressively.

    By Lee Zachariah

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