When some moviemakers make psycho-thrillers, one wonders if they have a streak of psychosis in them. And when some others make the same, it appears as if they need psychiatric help. But those that make movies like Trapped (actually titled The Killing Jar) seem to be actually beyond help, and, if you watch this movie, you'd also feel pretty helpless yourself.
The movie kicks off by portraying an abnormally kinky but happy family - the family of Lauren (Pamela Jean Bryant) and Alan Armstrong (Reid Smith). Lauren has a very good friend named Monica (Alina Thompson), who also happens to be Alan's mistress. Lauren also has a boyfriend named Curtis (Christian Noble), who she sleeps with occasionally. Pretty broad-minded couple.
Lauren also has a secret psychotic fan who stalks her and sends her gifts. Lauren and her husband have parties at which they watch blue films of Lauren, produced by her rich husband. Why does he do it? Well, I told you he was kinky - heck, the whole bunch of them is.
Anyway, trouble starts in this Paradise when Dick Wellington (James Van Patten), comes to Lauren's house in the absence of Allen, and makes love to her. Everything is fine until he confesses to be her secret admirer. What follows is daft pictorial baloney - murders, rapes, police investigations...
Unquestionably, a movie to be shunned, even if you are a wee bit cracked yourself. What do I say about the logic of the story? Logic comes when there's a story. This flick could've been a very good murder mystery, unlike the mystery of the wrong kind that it is now - i. e. why it has been made. All in all, another disaster!