WTF layered upon WTF

First, I thought Drive was one of the best movies I saw the year it came out so I was fully open to accepting whatever this thing wanted to throw at me.

Second, I like, no, love to be challenged by films. I don't want or even remotely appreciate films spoon feeding me the usual drivel.

But I have to say- at around the 12 minute mark I was incredulously asking "WTF?". Around 24 minutes I threw up my hands in complete and utter consternation at was being tossed at my mind via my eyes.

I kept going because there's got to be some sort of a payoff for watching scenes overly saturated in reds and blues with bright spots of normal white light that seem jarring at how normal they seem after whatever symbolism was trying to be hinted at with the over-use of color.

I guess it comes around to a payoff in the end... Sort of. At that point I was thinking that I'll likely revisit it because sometimes a second viewing with some space to allow my brain to parse whatever jumbled thoughts were distracting me the first time through. But then the credits came up and one of the first was a dedication to Jodorowsky. And then it all made sense. Or more sense anyway. Now I won't pretend to be a huge fan of Jodorowsky only having seen the religiously tinged bad acid trip that was Holy Mountain so long ago that its become a strange reference that I rarely have the need to access. But that one small title card at the end seemed to kickstart some lost sense memory that gelled the whole experience into something more tangible.
I'm still not sure if I even liked this film but at least I have a frame of reference now. So I'll come back to it whenever I eventually think I can handle this vague, yet still somehow heavy handed movie.