Portable Storage is a cross between Repo Man and The Canterbury Tales.”
— San Francisco Film Society

DonovanDonovan Commons, like so many Americans, has too much stuff. He thought he’d found the perfect solution with Stor4Yu: The company brings a storage crate to your house, you load it up, and they take it away. When Donovan wants his stuff back, all he has to do is make one quick phone call and Stor4Yu will have the crate right back to his doorstep.

With his apartment tidy and clutter-free, Donovan can relax and get back to playing online video games with his best friend and polar opposite, Imad, a monster-truck driving, trash-talking, barroom-brawling Arab-American Republican.


But in April 2000, nothing in California seems to work as it should. Dot-com businesses are failing left and right, the state is paralyzed by rolling power blackouts, and even the governor looks like he’ll be out of a job soon.

We meet Donovan on the worst day of his life. He and Imad get downsized from their dot-com jobs, Donovan is unceremoniously dumped by his girlfriend, and his car is smashed in a hit and run. And the power is out again. After checking on his storage crate, Donovan finds that Stor4Yu has become just another headline about corporate crooks. Stor4Yu has disappeared, taking Donovan’s crate and all information about its whereabouts along with it.


But Imad doesn’t get mad, he gets even. He cajoles Donovan into taking a road trip through the southwest to recover Donovan’s crate—and to repair their strained friendship. Along they way, they’ll confront a powerful old nemesis and come face-to-face with the greatest cover-up of our time.

The odds are stacked against them, and the only possibility of success is to join forces with a cadre of misfits, all searching for their missing storage crates. Deep in the Nevada desert, they meet Audrey, the programmer/found-art artist; Cowboy, the African American long-haul trucker; Midge and Vivian, Red Hatters who won’t divulge what they have stored; and Carlo, the mysterious Italian who may or may not work in “private security.” This ragtag group will stop at nothing to recover their misappropriated possessions… even if they can't remember exactly what it is they have stored.

“I watched Portable Storage two nights in a row and loved it. Reminded me of Bill Forsyth's That Sinking Feeling, one of my favorites. Great characters, dialogue, and music. Congratulations on the film. I can’t wait to see it again.”
— Kim Stanley Robinson, Hugo and Nebula award-winning author of Red Mars