The End of Oak Street

What if (now stay with me here), what if dinosaurs had feathers?? Paradoxical wormhole logic places Academy Award Winner Anne Hathaway and Emmy Winner Ewan McGregor’s sleepy suburban neighborhood smack in the middle of a dinosaur-teeming jungle from 200 million years ago. Filmmakers deserve great kudos for showing a lot of neighbors being attacked and eaten in a way that hasn’t quite been seen before – to the point where it’s comedic. There is almost always somebody being relentlessly chased, tackled, and eaten in the background with dark comedy delight. 

Homo-sapiens are mostly ineffectual against hungry, angry dinosaurs. They do what they can with their station wagons, bows and arrows, and running. Plenty of running. (Didn't they see Jurassic Park?? "Keep absolutely still. Its vision is based on movement.") It’s a 1980s throwback, which helps make this a charming, summer popcorn diversion. Time-travel paradoxes can be frustrating if you leave the audience too much time to think about it. Here, thankfully, they don’t. And when the wormhole plot points are needed they’re handled playfully, with a Rick-and-Morty cheekiness. Ultimately, with Spielbergian tribute, this is about the grueling survival of a marriage, and the monsters you need to kill with a kitchen knife to get through the day.