‘The End of Oak Street’ Is All Bite

J.J. Abrams likes to call his movies mystery boxes. But The End of Oak Street, coproduced by Abrams, arrives unwrapped. The posters and trailers have already conveyed the premise of David Robert Mitchell’s refreshingly reckless sci-fi-thriller, in which an affluent suburban enclave gets scooped up out of time (the 1980s) and space (Michigan) and deposited into the Cretaceous period. There is thus no need to be coy about what’s going on here, and we can cut to the chase (and there are a lot of chases). The predators are dinosaurs, lithe and feathery-like vultures who are perpetually hungry. The prey are the people whose neighborhood has inexplicably been twilight re-zoned, and who now occupy the lowest rung on the food chain.