‘The End Of Oak Street’ (2026) Review
'The End Of Oak Street' (2026) Review: Death By Dinosaur or Divorce Back in my formative years, I remember the strange look I got when I told a classmate that Transformers and Armageddon were directed by the same adrenaline junkie. Just knowing the man’s name was enough to be classified as abnormally obsessed with movies. Whenever people ask me what got me into movies, I always say I have my parents to thank for my indoctrination. I distinctly remember the moment they realised I hadn’t seen Jurassic Park, and suddenly, the only thing that mattered was righting that wrong. It’s a natural reaction. Jurassic Park is one of the greats, and holds up to this day and likely will indeed be timeless, but attempts to replicate that magic have been less than successful. I still contend that even at their worst, there is still magic in seeing prehistoric creatures brought to life, but even I can’t call the films great. Enter The End of Oak Street, a film that is the Anti-Jurassic Park, and thrives as a result.In The End of Oak Street dinosaurs are not awe-inspiring. Ellie Satler and Alan Grant had many a moment where they could bask in the miracle they bore witness to, but the characters in Oak Street have a different experience. Every run-in with a dinosaur is at worst life-threatening, and at best, downright weird. The characters are too stressed to even contemplate what they’re seeing, which…