A young fella goes for a drive and manages to lose his girlfriend. Not in the breaking up or down the back of the sofa kinda way, but in the pseudo-Lynchian "Ooh, everything's changed and people have different names and have I dreamt my entire existence? Look there's a priest who used to be my teacher or pet chaffinch or something, ooooh! How weird!" type way.
It wasn't the worst, or most pretentious, film of this type, and it started off well... But meh.