It is a quarantine thriller with an intriguing premise—a unique approach with a promising direction. Trapped Inn jams with a competition of cyclists. Those “cyclists” go from competition mode to peril mode. Trapped Inn is one-of-a-kind. With the competition of cycling shifting gears, it resorts to “gears” to find the right tactics to battle what is unknown on the outside.

The crew consists of a team. The four primary members are Connor (played by Matt Rife), Greg (played by Robert Palmer Watkins), Coach (played by Brian Gross), and Wyatt (played by Oliver Trevena). They train along trails in European mountains—the bed and breakfast loops shades of shady characteristics. The vibe of the hosts brings in concerning aspects. Connor notices red flags. After a day, news spreads that people must stay inside. It is a virus, not a killer.

The film loops in the quarantine aspect with the effect of worsening scenarios. As the concerns and terror are evolving, safety is on thin ice. The unknown news leads to poor choices between Connor and Coach. The writing is thorough. The limits of resources heighten the scarcity in Trapped Inn. The mountain scenery leaves many thoughts of seclusion. This causes more detrimental fear throughout the film.

With the team in limbo, Trapped Inn is bizarre and attention-grabbing. The competition to win rotates. The focus to “win” is finding the means to live. It continues to be a quarantine adventure pushing the limits of anxiety. It is a blur in some moments. It does tend to drag with boredom in a few instances.

The peril is based on limited evidence. Trapped Inn is clever in its tracks when creating unexpected incidents. Without giving spoilers, going outside is where fatality is likely to happen. With the dangers abstract, it has that suspense vibe of curiosity.

With the stressors strolling through (like a blur), Trapped Inn is a landscape of its characters unaware of what treachery to be ready for. The writing of its audience remaining blank is where I found amusement with Trapped Inn. Rife playing the one who streams for popularity is where the classical humor tangos with Trapped Inn. That is because his persona of expectations and egos shifts. “Shifts” are like a bipolar mode of fake seriousness. There are no levels of “seriousness” that are authentic in Trapped Inn. That is why it is cheesy and inviting. Its dynamic to compete does a full rotation to a matter of safety mixed with misfits.

The absent-mindedness of its characterizations in a life-and-death matter is what is executed right in Trapped Inn. While all its moments are witty, its structure still thrives to entertain. It is quirky in its matter of survival. It feels like one that is a breeze. “Breeze” because its writing is not written in a revolving context. The finish line (for the cyclists) comes when there is a better understanding. One that defines what all the global warnings are about. It is extravagant for a fun watch, but do not expect to be terrified—two-and-a-half out of four stars for Trapped Inn.