The End of Oak Street review: Anne Hathaway and Ewan McGregor go prehistoric
A star rating of 4 out of 5. High concept doesn’t always equal high quality – we like sharks! We like tornadoes! Job done! But in this instance “dinosaurs in the suburbs” works a dream. It’s a loving homage to Steven Spielberg and The End of Oak Street less rips off Jurassic Park, ET and Jaws and more relies on audiences’ love for those films and the nostalgia they are imbued with to bring a fresh take to the ‘Spielburbia’ sub-genre. In the hands of director David Robert Mitchell, who made breakout horror hit It Follows, this is a moving, funny and thrilling family-friendly 12A romp, which still has a murky dark heart at the centre. Set (initially) in 1982, Oak Street lies in a friendly neighbourhood of kids on bikes, perfect lawns sullied by naughty dogs, school bullies and hot new high-schoolers. The Platt family – mum Denise (Anne Hathaway), dad Greg (Ewan McGregor) and kids Audrey (Maisy Stella) and Brian (Christian Convery), with rescue dog Starbuck, are ostensibly the perfect unit, but beneath …









