What a load of rubbish

if this and transformers were the only two films left on earth i would eat this one

I don't think it was either rubbish or art. Nor do I get the sense it was intended to be art. It wasn't overly 'artsy' and the themes and dialogue/monologue seemed fairly typical of the genre -- ennui and social disconnect and a sort of introspective humanism are par for the course here. Without the weight of expectations brought about by accolades from the festival circuit, this movie would be a relatively benign entry into the annals of post-modern existentialist cinema. Since it's hardly fair to judge it on any merits than what's presented on the screen -- inflated audience expectations aren't actually part of the film-making process, after all -- I'd say this movie is exactly what it claims to be: a narrative of a young man dealing with the loss of his girlfriend and the skewing of how he interacts with the world via a pathology of artistic sensibilities and romantic needs. Nothing too complicated about that. It's just your basic romance cum personal odyssey.