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After a mysterious cosmic event rips Oak Street from suburbia and transports their neighborhood to someplace unknown, the Platt family soon discovers that their very survival depends on them sticking together as they navigate their now unrecognizable Surroundings.
Who doesn’t love Jurassic Park? The billion-dollar (when adjusted for inflation) Steven Spielberg film is one of the most popular American films of all time and has spawned multiple billion-dollar (unadjusted for inflation) sequels and reboots. It is the first dinosaur film most anyone would think of and has long had a place in my top ten favorite films of all time. Jurassic Park might seem like a lazy comparison to this film simply because of the presence of dinosaurs, but after seeing David Robert Mitchell's The End of Oak Street, it truly is the most obvious.
The End of Oak Street follows the Platt family in 1982: Greg, the father (Ewan McGregor), Denise, the mother (Anne Hathaway), and the children Audrey (Maisy Stella) and Brian (Christian Convery). A typical 80s nuclear family unit, the Platts have their entire world turned upside down when their entire neighborhood mysteriously travels through time to the Jurassic age. Now, dinosaurs overrun their idyllic life, and the family must do their best to stick together to have any chance of finding a way home... their time home, at least.
With a tight 99-minute runtime, The End of Oak Street is both blessed and cursed: the pace is breezy and the fun, yet simple, concept isn’t given much chance to overstay its welcome, but the story isn’t given much chance to breathe.
This movie is 1980s downnnn. This film might have an original script, but the first act of the film borrows from classic 80s films like Rob Reiner’s Stand by Me – every four-shot of a 12-year-old male friend group practically winks at you – and Spielberg’s E.T. The Extra-Terrestrial – the Platt family eschews the family in the latter film so much, their kitchen/dining area even looks like an almost-exact replica of theirs in the 1982 film – to the point where it feels like a film made in that time period. It understands the 80s family summer film. It employs similar comedic beats and character archetypes to an entertaining effect, before turning into Jurassic Suburbia.
The only real subversion of expectations set by those kinds of films here lies in the minor queer elements explored in the latter half of the film. I appreciate that the queer characters simply exist as queer people without having to spell anything out to the audience or the other characters, but I wanted them to have more than one scene.
The dinosaur stuff is violent fun, but it’s also repetitive. Some dinosaur scenes are incredibly tense - two, one involving a slithering Jurassic creature and the other a physically impressive oner, prove to be a standout sequences in the film - and some are wholly ridiculous - not sure who cares about dinosaur sex, but the length of that scene tells me Mitchell clearly does - but every scene has the same rhythm: The characters walk somewhere, then dinosaurs show up. Every time they sit down, here comes another one.
The emotional beats of the film work well, particularly due to Anne Hathaway’s performance in a shocking scene, but then, almost every time, a dinosaur immediately shows up and it’s back to the races. A lot of it is exciting, but there are only so many times you can watch people run from dinosaurs. Non-stop frantic chaos would be apt in this situation, but it, after a point, becomes emotionally tiring to watch on screen. Thankfully, the film’s length and pace are just brisk enough to where most audiences won’t notice or care.
Mitchell’s script has a lot to juggle. The End of Oak Street is horror, comedy, and family drama rolled into one, and it, while ultimately succeeding, struggles to balance these tones well. As Mitchell comes from horror – his second feature, It Follows (2014), is widely regarded as a modern horror classic – it’s not surprising that the suspenseful moments of the film succeed. He understands that sometimes the characters must be a little oblivious for the film’s suspenseful moments to work, and it’s his direction – in conjunction with the score and sound design – that makes those scenes shine.
The humor might be the weakest aspect, as it is only somewhat successful before it becomes repetitive, and, for this film, repeated jokes land worse than the repeated story beats… at least there’s dinosaurs in the story. It is also more juvenile than it needs to be. The characters have funny interactions, but the scatological and sexual humor, while in-line with the Stand by Me influence, is mostly out-of-place here. The dialogue, unfortunately, isn’t extraordinarily strong either, but it has a campiness to it that I don’t mind. The dramatic moments surprised me the most - this film has great stakes - though I wish the story lived in them more.
There are a few scenes where the characters’ interiorities shine - a particular split-diopter-heavy dialogue scene does a strong job of illuminating character mindsets while delivering necessary exposition - but, for the most part, the characters don’t have time in the film to receive much focus. The film harkens back to a lot of fun cinematic moments (the T-rex attacking the car, pterodactyls chomping unsuspecting background characters, etc.) and does a fairly good job of emulating that innovative Jurassic Park energy, but the concept – Jurassic Park writ suburban – at many points in the film, overshadows the characters, the most original aspect of this story.
The End of Oak Street wears its Spielberg references like a badge of honor. The film’s homage allows for a certain familiarity, but it ends up working both for and against the film.
The cast is mostly strong. Ewan McGregor is unfortunately miscast, but I must say this is my second favorite Anne Hathaway performance from 2026 so far – her fourth of five overall. I’m so glad she has taken this year to remind people that she has an Oscar for a reason. Her Denise Platt shoulders much of the gravity of their family’s circumstances, as her husband proves to be too optimistic. After a point, her journey feels near impossible and her stress explodes out of her in two strikingly performed key scenes in the middle of the film, but she proves throughout, as she sternly tells her husband Greg, she can handle “as much as [he] can, maybe more.”
I was also a fan of their children: Audrey, their astronomy-obsessed eldest daughter, and particularly Brian, an aspiring archer and the youngest child of the family. I’ve been a fan of Stella since her work in 2023’s My Old Ass, but Children's Emmy winner Convery surprised me, as his performance conveys his character’s fear and subsequent journey towards triumph over it very well. There is a brief subplot involving Brian’s school bully, though, that adds nothing to the story and feels like valuable time wasted for the characters. The school bully is a necessary archetype for 80s-set family stories, but it’s the one trope that sticks out like a sore thumb here.
A note on the design: I love lived-in homes in films. The typical nuclear family home is filled with years of memories, items, pictures, papers, shelves, boxes, and… well, shit. It’s easy to miss the mark on designing a family home in a film if the amount of time and people that have lived there aren’t considered. The production design in this film from Maya Shimoguchi is particularly strong, because not only does it understand that a family house is filled with shit, but it also takes care to establish each character through the design of their personal spaces. The exterior locations, as well, blend suburbia and Jurassic pre-history in blunt and fascinating ways.
The End of Oak Street is a surprisingly fun, 80s-inspired Spielberg-ian ride. David Robert Mitchell combines the tension and cadence of Jurassic Park, humor of Stand by Me, and the family drama of E.T. to create a mostly original story, executed in a mostly original manner. It suffers from some redundancy, but in all, it provides an excellent audience experience, complete with a BIG John-Williams-esque score from Michael Giacchino. The dog, named Starbuck, is cute, too.
In this month of homage films, with the excellent Teenage Sex and Death at Camp Miasma and the middling One Night Only, Mitchell, paying tribute to the popcorn movie master with this suburban take on the dinosaur flick, might have a sleeper hit on his hands.
Viewed on 8/10/26 at Press Screening
Published on 8/12/26