“The Gifted”
begins with stereotypes, fills the middle with more stereotypes, and ends with
stereotypes, then the film cleverly pulls the rug out from under you when you
least expect it. Boom! I love it. That says a lot, considering I started hating
the film after just fifteen minutes. Anne Curtis's campy performance kept me
engaged in the middle, but in the end, writer and director Chris Martinez
delivered his coup de grace.
Revealing too
much of the plot would spoil the pleasure of watching it. My only advice is to
stay in your seat even after the credits start to roll; otherwise, you'll miss
the best part. Leaving early is like "doing it" and running off
before you climax.
