The legendary TV-show creator and hall-of-fame doomsayer would have undoubtedly dug The End of Oak Street, writer-director David Robert Mitchell’s contribution to the creatures-run-amok genre — it operates on a distinctly Twilight Zone-type of logic. He’s aiming for resurrecting the glory days of 1980s summer blockbusters, a close encounter of the vintage Amblin Entertainment kind. Welcome to Oak Street, located squarely in Everysuburb USA, circa 1982. Soon, the Pratts and their fellow Oak Street residents find themselves dealing with a plague of dinosaurs turning cul-de-sacs into killing grounds. Everything’s going great in The End of Oak Street.