THE END OF OAK STREET (2026)

Studio:   Warner Bros.
Director: David Robert Mitchell
Writer:   David Robert Mitchell
Producer: J.J. Abrams, Hannah Minghella, Jon Cohen, David Robert Mitchell, Matt Jackson, Tommy Harper
Stars:    Anne Hathaway, Ewan McGregor, Maisy Stella, Christian Convery, Jordan Alexa Davis, P.J. Byrne, Emily Kuroda

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Summary:

A suburban family must survive dinosaur attacks after a cosmic event mysteriously transports their entire neighborhood to the prehistoric past.


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Nothing says “picturesque suburban setting” quite like an impossible amount of cheery people crowding a cul-de-sac for a sunny block party featuring families giggling their way through sack races, limbo lines, and water balloon tosses. And nothing says “1982” quite like the game Simon sitting on a coffee table in front of a TV playing “The Love Boat” while a boy upstairs peeps a Playboy by flashlight beneath Superman bedsheets.

For most movies, saturating the screen with this much nostalgia would justify anyone saying, “Gag me with a spoon.” For “The End of Oak Street” though, these sentimental strokes fit the film’s clear intention to look and feel like a classic Amblin adventure, right down to composer Michael Giacchino doing his best impression of a whimsical John Williams score.

There’s just enough detail to the Platt family’s personalities to qualify them as distinctive characters, although their simple designs aren’t particularly unique as archetypes go. Fearful of rocking a marital boat that’s already listing, Greg has a side hustle delivering pizzas, making him the eternally optimistic husband/father who’ll do anything to avoid disappointing his household. Denise dreams of graduating from unhappy housewife to successful author by secretly pounding on typewriter keys in the basement. Their 13-year-old son Brian dotes on his dog Starbuck, rides bikes with his buddies, and crushes on the new girl who just moved next door. His science-minded sister Audrey reads a book on the moon landing and chats about Carl Sagan’s “Cosmos,” giving her an obsession that will certainly come in handy when the entire neighborhood is inexplicably enveloped by a portal that sends everyone back to the prehistoric past.

That’s a premise that’s surprisingly easy for an audience to swallow with minimal questions thanks to the Saturday matinee mood that the movie builds. It actually takes the people in the story longer to get on board with what’s going on, creating “The End of Oak Street’s” only real lull while waiting for the Platt family to connect the clues of bright lights, mounds of animal manure, and unusual plants sprouting in backyards before rampaging dinosaurs finally go into full-on assault mode. Other than being a little slow to set up, “The End of Oak Street” uses its lean 95-ish-minute runtime with economical efficiency for the most part.

Naturally, raptors and a T-rex are integral to intense action. Unlike their appearances in almost every other area of genre cinema, these ones come with feathers to please historical purists who’ve long been annoyed by purely reptilian portrayals. Beyond those usual suspects, a massive sea serpent slithers in alongside some turtle and alligator ancestors for harrowing scenes of cars, people, and entire houses being consumed by plentiful Jurassic chaos that’s more than happy to test the limits of how many bitten-off limbs a PG-13 rating can contain.

Even with its reasonable runtime, the dino destruction starts getting repetitive until an unexpected event suddenly alters the dynamic of the main group undergoing this ordeal. It’s a move many won’t fathom the movie would ever dare make, yet it does. The grimness that comes with this gasp serves as an immediate wake-up call that predictability is no longer in play. Even with this shock flipping the tone from fun and safe to fatal and bleak, “The End of Oak Street” ultimately boomerangs back into fantasy by working out a happy ending that would seem like a complete copout if it weren’t perfectly in line with the film’s early-Spielberg appeal.

Most of the fiction’s blemishes don’t plump into full pimples. The script whips right by bits involving a bully, an unrequited crush, and a couple of other dead-end subplots. There’s also an odd religious element that comes across as an underdeveloped attempt to add a philosophical theme to a popcorn movie with zero use for subtext. But there’s never an outstanding sense that any of these threads need more resolution than what little they get. After all, this isn’t a soap opera interested in acknowledging every typical beat of family drama.

Instead, “The End of Oak Street” is an old-school B-movie romp operating on an A-movie budget. It’s a slightly gory, deliberately breezy lark you can burn an hour and a half on without feeling like you should have spent that time more wisely. “The End of Oak Street” pays homage to an era when Hollywood wasn’t afraid to make big movies with cyborg cops, intergalactic soldiers, and colossal creatures smashing through things. When talent like Ewan McGregor and Anne Hathaway aren’t committing themselves to grueling shoots on Christopher Nolan epics or challenging Oscar-bait roles, it’s far preferable to see them chewing through the softly scented gouda of a dino disaster movie in their downtime than in some throwaway Netflix thriller anyway.

Review Score: 75