Gift is a gift.
A gross, pot-bellied alien looking for love, its deeply relatable protagonist is my phone’s lock screen.
Hideous characters indebted to French comics, janky 3D platformer puzzles, mechanics used once then thrown away. Are you the first to see the ending? Gift is so unappealing that giving up feels like a feature.
Die once again. Look past things noticed hours in, the movie parodies, the “escapees from other fictions” gimmick, the tie-in cartoon. Past the Game Over animation. Find out where the ride goes.
To a satisfying conclusion? No.
Is the journey the gift itself? Just maybe.