Unsurprisingly clichéd. Surprisingly entertaining.
Imagine David Lynch meeting Bladerunner and Fast and Furious at a bar where F&F just finished making out with Quentin Tarantino. They get talking, have a few drinks, and after things get hot and heavy, they agree to all go to someone's place. Fast and Furious needs to go the bathroom though, so the other two wait around until he's done, they hail a taxi and go back to Lynch's place. The next few hours are what Drive is like.
Enjoyable, but tries to hard to be a 'cult classic'. I'd watch it again.