This closet inspired me. Somewhere around minute 250 of assembly, thumbs raw from effort and sweat snaking down my lower back, I felt a writerly urge that I haven't felt in some time. The urge followed hours of jamming screws into holes that all but rejected them and reading instructions laden with typos and ambiguous pronoun reference. I started to wonder how I even got here. What symptoms – nay, causes – of societal rot had caused a manufacturer to make a product with this much spite. With metal edges so bitingly sharp that they assailed any fool obtuse enough to think that they could self-assemble an armoire on a budget. But then, with some horror, I realized that this closet wasn't made in spite. If spite had been present in the manufacturing process, I would have felt some comfort in knowing that there was a thought or a notion behind the closet's creation. Instead, one gets the sense that behind the 71 Inch Tall Wardrobe Cabinet, there is no feeling at all. Just sharp, icy, metallic, styrofoam stifled indifference. And what is scarier than that? I give you one star. Do not purchase this item.