That The #EndofOakStreet is a thrilling, Amblin-ish adventure isn’t surprising. Yet the layers of melancholy and pain that David Robert Mitchell brings to it in between its abundance of thrills and heart is. Its idiosyncrasies are as unforgettable as its delightfully nasty dinos.
I feel bad for any future filmmakers that go out of their way to hand make everything on screen only for the studio marketing to pull some shit like this.