Trapped Girls Review

This one was originally titled 'Dangerous Prey', but the sensible distributor decided to give it a name that has at least some relevance to the movie's theme. Also, a movie that has the feminine gender in its title is bound to attract the desperados (there's no one else that this one will), especially when that gender is addressed in its plural form.

Decent pornographic movies can be divided in to two categories. The first category comprises movies of Roman Polanski and Zalman King and the like, where there is a relevant theme and the love scenes are interwoven deftly into the script. The second category comprises movies that have explicit lovemaking scenes or women in various stages of nudity every second minute, with the script being just a formality. And voyeurs enjoy movies of these kinds the most.

But what can you say about a movie like Trapped Girls that has just one scene to boast of, and the rest is absolute kitsch? This film would make a C-grade Hindi film look like Schindler's List.

The film starts off with a fencing scene between a bikini clad babe and a man in fencing suit. In the next scene they are shown making love for 110 seconds in what happens to be the only such scene in the movie. Suddenly, the guy is assaulted by the police for possessing what looks like a Leo gun. He manages to escape amidst some gunfire that looks as faked as the orgasm in the earlier scene.

The girl, called Robin, is arrested by the police, but is rescued by Drexel, an evil scientist with a Martian accent (it was definitely not from Earth), who is gathering an entourage of such femme fatales to get rid of his enemies. Each girl is sent on a mission to kill a guy and once the mission is accomplished, she's killed by Drexel. Otherwise she dies anyway.

Robin decides to rebel against the system and when Tanya, her friend, is sent on one such mission, decides to rescue her. She, Tanya and the 110-second-love-making-guy-vanished-into-thin-air (he now makes a reappearance) make mincemeat of the enemy. One fine day they also decide to kill Drexel, which they do with just a single bullet off the gun. That's as far as the story, told in the most euphemistic manner, goes.

If you're going to this one as a voyeur, you can draw sustenance from the trailers of forthcoming films that provide enough titillation to keep you from cribbing about 30 bucks going down the drain. If you're going here for cinematic values, boy, we shudder to think of what other stuff you see that makes you think of this for good cinema.