I walked into the AMC on August 18 with genuinely low expectations.

If you’ve seen the marketing for The End of Oak Street, you probably know why. The trailers made the whole setup look downright goofy—almost like a bargain-bin Jurassic Park knockoff trading on nostalgia and cheap creature tropes. I fully expected to spend two hours chuckling at cheesy dialogue, predictable set pieces, and an overworked CGI budget.

Instead, I walked out completely surprised. It’s actually a really good movie.