Trampa infernal

The classy opening credits to Hell's Trap feature the strong use of large white typography on a jet black background, which initially made me think that this was going to be a pretentious art-house horror; it came as a bit of a (pleasant) surprise, therefore, when the film turned out to be a rather fun Mexican backwoods horror complete with mullet-haired hunks, lovely latino bimbos, and a cool killer sporting a creepy plastic mask and a mean set of Freddy Krueger-style finger blades.

For much of its running time, Hell's Trap comes off a bit like a Spanish-speaking version of The Final Terror: both films use the remote natural environment to deliver plenty of atmosphere, and both film's killers use their familiarity with the surrounding area to allow them to stay hidden from view even when within spitting distance of their next victim.

That said, Hell's Trap proves to be marginally more enjoyable than The Final Terror thanks to director Pedro Galindo III also finding time for some dumb trashy fun along with all the creepy stuff, including a pair of sexy señoritas in revealing swimsuits, bargain basement gore galore, and some ridiculously OTT machine gun action in the explosive finalé.