Audacious taillights reach up over the rear fenders, on either side of the trunk opening. These
are light-bar-style instruments, with a very cool yellow element in them for emergency flashers.
From the rear-quarter angle the car sort of looks like the grand touring limousine that Citroën
dared not build.
The other styling element—though it's really nothing so trivial—is the car's massiveness, its
devastating width and stance. Forget teardrops and chrome bows. From a low side angle this thing
is a torpedo, a hollow-point bullet scattering shards of moonbeams, a blunt hypodermic of
adrenaline. It's completely bad-ass.
Jag's design team, led by Ian Callum, aimed for a total reboot of the car and of the brand with
the XJ. No more blathering about headlight eyebrows and leaper hood ornaments, elements of the XJ
that reach back for decades. They wanted to create an utterly new visual idiom for Jaguar.
Mission accomplished. Honestly, as I sit here now I can't even remember what the old XJ looked
like.
Not since the Cadillac CTS has a design team dared so much and won so much in the daring.
The XJ's interior is just as persuasive. The first thing you'll notice is the outrageous and
elegant demi-luna of wood veneer that encircles the forward cabin, reaching above the leather
dash in what the designers call a "Riva" line, a reference to the Italian luxury boat builders.
Spot in the center, just below the windshield, is a small badge that says "Jaguar." The badge is
intended to be personalized by owners, with laser-engraved versions of their signatures—or their
spouse's name. You can even have designer Ian Callum's autograph there. Better check with the
spouse first, though.
In the center of the dash is a prominent leather binnacle where two plated-aluminum climate
outlets live, a very old-school, analog touch. Meanwhile, the conventional three-gauge instrument
cluster has been replaced by a wonderfully high-tech 12.3-inch TFT (thin-film transistor) display
offering what might be called gauge avatars. This display is packed with useful graphics and no
small sense of humor. When the car is in its Sport Dynamic mode—stiffer suspension, higher shift
points, more direct-feeling steering and throttle response—the gauges display a rosy nimbus. The
"red mist," the Jag designers call it.
Suede-like Alcantara trims the ceiling all the way down the roof pillars, where it meets a very
handsome loop carpet. There's not a inch of plastic evident in the car. Everything is handsomely
wrapped in French-stitched leather, plated aluminum (such as the distinctive rotary-style gear
selector), a piano-black finish—yes, I know it's really plastic!—or wood.
Put it all together, put the key fob in your pocket and push the Start button. How's it drive?
Well, to answer that we need to go back to the cabin a moment. You'll note that for a big car the
cabin isn't wildly spacious, and there's a reason. The XJ is built on an aerospace-style glued
and riveted aluminum chassis, not steel. The benefit of aluminum is that it's quite light; the
downside is that to carry similar loads as steel, aluminum-alloy pieces need to be bigger, to
have a larger cross section. That cheats on cabin space a bit.
But you won't miss a couple of square inches when you're throwing the XJ around on back roads.
The car I tested—the long-wheelbase supercharged version—weighs a relatively feathery 4,323
pounds, nearly 250 pounds lighter than the BMW 750 Li and a startling 800 pounds lighter than the
Mercedes-Benz S65 AMG, which might be smuggling Fort Knox in the trunk.
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And so, sure, while the Jag doesn't have four-corner air suspension (only in the rear) and lacks
the BMW's ultra-smart multisetting chassis-control system, the Jag has something for which no
amount of silicon can compensate: lightness. The lighter the car, the more honest the handling,
the more predictable and secure its transitional behavior, the more satisfying it is to drive
hard. The heavier the car, the more unappeasable mass there is to pivot around the roll axis, the
more ugly rebound. Ugh. I hate heavy cars.
The XJ L S/C, on the other hand, is a howling riot to throw around, with tremendously assured
cornering and high-speed grip, powerful and fade-free braking, and general willingness to answer
the helm without a lot of intervening computers grabbing the wheel. "Yar," I think Katharine
Hepburn called it. Jag figures the naturally aspirated V8 is enough to send the
standard-wheelbase car to 60 mph in 5.4 seconds. The S/C can get there in under five seconds. Jag
will also sell a few set-to-kill XJ's with a peakier supercharged engine—the SuperSport model—and
that car will motor to 60 mph in 4.7 seconds, on the strength of 510 hp.
It's no secret Jag is climbing back into this segment of the market after years of nearly
criminal neglect. The XJ is a tremendous car, but it seems clear management isn't quite sure it
can count on virtue alone. And so the seriously aggressive price: $88,000 for the base car
(standard wheelbase, naturally aspirated). In the U.S. market, the volume car will be the
long-wheelbase car, the XJ L, with the base V8. That goes out the door handsomely equipped at a
mere $95,500—and Jag is getting it in the neck when it comes to currency exchange. The car I
tested, the XJ L S/C, is grand theft auto at $104,000. There are plenty of options to be had, and
a choice of 14 paint and 14 leather colors, as well as a selection of nine wood veneers and five
headliner colors.
I couldn't be happier. I was fully prepared to shovel dirt on the big cat but it seems,
proverbially, another life has come round for Jaguar. Meow.