This is another storage unit horror story, (Storage, Self Storage, Blood Shed, Storage 24, The 13th Unit). Ella (Mischa Barton) with the help of a friend (Emily Atack) finds her way into a self storage unit belonging to her fiancée. Oh yes it is near closing time as usual and they only have a few minutes and no cell phone reception. The following is generic plot spoilers for this and all the films mentioned:Wrong Unit...Check.Something deadly in unit...checkOther people there also including someone who lives in one of the units...checkClosing time and lock down prevent their leaving....checkIf I recall my high school biology, if you staple a person's mouth shut, life expectancy can not be too long.I watched the film and felt like I have seen it at least a half dozen times before, thinking it had been released previously under a different title. I didn't see this film being done any better than the other two star productions...except for maybe that one with Eric Roberts. Been there. Done that.Guide: F-word. No sex or nudity.

Although this is a plot we've all seen many times before in previous films, this movie harks back to the style of the '80's horror film and is surprisingly entertaining. With an interesting setting and cast, it brings a modern twist to the concept of people being trapped and stalked. Although not really very frightening (more of a thriller really, with little blood and gore) it's a film that keeps you on the edge of your seat and contains some shocking twists and turns as the narrative progresses. The finale is well done and doesn't leave unanswered questions for the viewer, really making you think about the fate of the characters and the choices they made.

Wow...this movie is pretty bad. The story is lame, the premise is as used as a diaper in a nursery, and the acting, especially Mischa Barton's, is...acting, and lame acting, at that.A good actor doesn't allow the viewer to see that he/she is acting. That's the point. If you're watching this and all you see is Mischa Barton, then she's not really portraying her character, is she? Maybe I should have watched to the end to see if there was rhyme or reason to the flick, but I couldn't be bothered.Life is way to short to waste on bad films. Trust the review on this one, the ones that say it's not worth your time.

We're closing in on Halloween, which means every horror director on the planet is doing everything they can to get their, more than likely, terrible film ready for release. Which also means that every bad actor and actress on the same planet, is doing what he/she has to do to land a role in one of these, more than likely terrible films (Hello, Mischa Barton.) So, we have 'The Hoarder.' About a group of strangers trapped in a storage facility. This has been done numerous times before, and never really reaches it's full potential, because every director tries to do too much with such simple material. 'Storage 24' is one of the more recent attempts, which I have yet to rate/review. Let me just say, I'd probably go with that one over 'The Hoarder.' What really hurts this film, is the characters and acting. There isn't a single likable character in the film, and each actor/actress seems to be hell bent on showing us just how terrible they really can be. I'm reading reviews about how unbelievably bad Mischa Barton has become - and the first thought that pops into my head is, when has she ever been good? Did I miss the single moment in the history of cinema, where she wasn't bad?As for the rest of the cast - Jamie Bacon goes all out trying to make a name for himself, by being the worst actor in the film, while Andrew Buckley waddles around, chasing people at a pace that is probably equivalent to a crippled man in a wheel chair. Anything this film had going for it, up until you discover the 'twist,' is erased, when you realize you're going to see more of Andrew Buckley's blubber flapping around, as he struggles to capture his next victim.Random Ramblings of a Madman: Andrew Buckley, please, for the love of Jesus Christ - do not ever run again in a film or in public. I hate being the one to tell you this, but you're fat - and you can't act.