Anne Hathaway continues her 2026 cinematic dominance tour as the most believable character in the high-concept madness of dinosaurs invading ‘80s suburbia in David Robert Mitchell’s enjoyable adventure The End of Oak Street (B). Opposite a more subdued Ewan McGregor (his American accent roles are not as good), Hathaway shines as the mother, wife and closet fantasy novel writer who discovers her cul de sac has been transported to the Cretaceous era. The Spielbergian art direction and tropes are enjoyable as the teens secretly know their parents are having marital trouble, but the existential dread soon has tails, teeth and claws. It’s a stirring and heartfelt adventure with lots of plot holes and perhaps not the most sterling supporting cast or script. But there’s great joy in fighting against the dino invasion and perhaps saving the domestic unit. Mitchell’s movie milks the most from its prehistoric meets pop cultural milieu.