“The End of Oak Street” belongs to the genre I call the last-gasp-of-summer movie. In “The End of Oak Street,” a tranquil middle-class neighborhood gets attacked by dinosaurs, so it wouldn’t be inaccurate to call the film “Jurassic World: Suburban Apocalypse.” Part of the joke is that the filmmakers are brazenly aware that today’s audiences couldn’t care less whether “The End of Oak Street” is an official “Jurassic” movie or not. Popular on Variety“The End of Oak Street” is preposterous, but it’s also unrespectable fun. “The End of Oak Street” is sometimes scary, more so than anything in the lumbering last few “Jurassic” sequels.