A return to the early 1980s: The End of Oak Street and Wet Hot American Summer, the 25th Anniversary
The End of Oak Street will be burnished forever in my heart as one of the most fun experiences I’ve had in a movie theater, ever. David Robert Mitchell has written and helmed what, for me anyway, is the best movie with dinosaurs since Spielberg’s Jurassic Park (I had to put Spielberg’s name in front of that because if there’s a franchise I really don’t care for, it’s the entirety with exception of that first film…okay, I actually kind of liked the second one and I enjoyed the third one as a regressive child at heart, but are they worthy successors? Nope.) Mitchell’s work grounds the action in the Platt family fraying at the seams with Denise having written a first draft of a novel based on their lives and Greg taking part-time gigs to cover for having lost his job weeks before and the simmering contempt Denise seems to hold Greg in for not looking at the situation and admitting that it is unmanageable because of this. Consequently, Greg hid his job loss in order to not...