Driven to Write (with no thought for his own safety) addresses the big one.
It’s somewhat overdue. In every Jaguar aficionado’s lifetime one has to approach X200 and try (now come on, stop giggling back there), really try to view it with something remotely akin to an objective gaze. Because for many of us, it’s the Sargasso Sea of Jaguars. The mad aunt in the attic, the great un-namable. But has sufficient time elapsed to view the S-Type with a modicum of dispassion? While remaining something of an ecumenical matter, that’s something at least worth addressing.
The 1998 Jaguar S-Type is a car that enjoyed the briefest of honeymoons before stumbling into terminal naffness. Its most glaring stylistic misdemeanours were largely addressed by a creditable facelift in 2004, one which suggested the answers to the car’s visual problems were staring everyone in the face, even if Jaguar’s Ian Callum subsequently lamented it didn’t go nearly far enough.
And yet there’s strong evidence to suggest that despite its near universal pariah status, the ‘much-appreciated’ X200 does possess an unlikely cheerleader in the ample form of Mercedes’ Chief Creative Officer and professed stylistic genius, Gorden Wagener and his current ‘Purity of Essence’ W205 C-Class, which has faithfully adopted the S-Type’s overall theme if not entirely its form.
Indeed, the current C-Class’ ubiquity has succeeded in lending X200 a visual relevance that hitherto eluded it, in a similar manner to that of a C-list actor enjoying a career second-wind by dint of a cameo role in a Quentin Tarantino movie. (An analogy which probably does Tarantino some disservice while lending the Gorden a little too much significance – but I digress).
Time and stylistic tide wait for no man, but if they haven’t quite had the effect of lending the S-Type a charm it certainly lacked at the turn of the millennium, then perhaps at least sufficient clarity to see what was intended and how it was executed.
The S-Type was based upon an ill-judged styling theme, a matter which was compounded by its imposition upon the hard points of an entirely different motor car, the co-developed Lincoln LS which shared its DEW98 architecture. Adding insult to injury was that in attempting to marry modernity with lambent nostalgia, Jaguar’s stylists ended up with the worst of possible worlds.
It’s worth pointing out the S-Type’s styling has over the fullness of time proved the more visually robust of the pair, but that’s faint praise indeed. A matter perhaps more akin to comparing degrees of a somewhat unsightly and mildly irritating skin disorder.
It remains unclear who actually penned X200 and owing to this lack of attribution, it has latterly been (probably unfairly) placed at (former Jaguar Design Director) Geoff Lawson’s door. It’s now known that Jaguar had planned (and partly styled) a car in this idiom during their brief period of independence, but it wasn’t until Ford took over in 1989 that the combination of Jack Telnack, William Clay Ford and latterly, J. Mays saw Jaguar’s stylistic direction going maximum-Morse.
Because, say what you will about Lawson, the pre-Ford designs emanating from Browns Lane (and later, Whitley) while honouring the past, were not pastiche.
It’s commonly understood that X200 was an amalgam of at least three competing styling proposals, something which is common practice within car design studios. However, in most cases the blending process is such that the joins appear broadly seamless. That isn’t evident in this case. Because if you’re unclear as to what a committee car looks like, you will find it right here.
And yet, while there are visual crimes aplenty, X200 isn’t entirely inept. No, we’re not looking at Mercedes W210 levels of stylistic incompetence here. Overall, Jaguar’s stylists did a satisfactory job, because there’s little that’s glaringly wrong with X200’s execution. Yes, we may wince at some of the creative decisions, but the design work is all quite correct. (Taken from a distance of several metres, and viewed in profile under favourable lighting conditions, at least).
Side-on, X200 almost works. The glasshouse is well resolved and the pillars pleasingly (and now unfashionably) thin. Only the inconsistent treatment of the brightwork framing the DLO stands out as being ill-judged. Even the much criticised falling bodyside swage line now appears almost prescient, rather than awkward. The lower light-catching body crease employs a very slight wedge shape which lends the sheer sides some much needed dynamism. (That rubbing strip is a disgrace however)
Even the difficult A-pillar junction is competently handled – watch and learn Mercedes-Benz. But as we move to the car’s extremities, it all starts to unravel.
Like all Jaguar’s from this period, S-Type’s surfaces are slightly flabby, lacking the tension that characterised the much-admired ‘Lyons line’ of old. With sufficient conviction in its execution, the Mark 2 inspired nose treatment might have worked. However, the shallow angle of the grille – itself an unfinished looking device which was clearly intended to simply evoke a memory of the older car ensures the effect is one of parody, rather than homage. The grille was hastily restyled in 2001, the same time as those rubbing strips were expunged. Additionally, the shutline management at the nose leaves something to be desired.
For the retro nose treatment to have been convincing, it needed to be supported by an equally nostalgic rear. Here, X200 falls apart entirely. Firstly, when you look at the Lyons-era cars, you’ll find the rear tapers noticeably towards the tail, lending his cars an athleticism their sheer sides would otherwise have denied them. Here, no such thing occurred, so from the rear three quarters, the car appears flabby, limp and under-resolved.
One gets a clear sense that Jaguar stylists either couldn’t entirely commit to the Mark 2 template, or (more likely) were being pulled in too many directions, because the tail styling is a fudge, having more in common with the XJ series than any of the so-called ‘Utah-bodied’ Sixties Jaguar saloons.
Most egregious is the oval shaped numberplate cutout. Shaped to harmonise with the tail-lamps, both are simply varying degrees of wrong. The coup de grâce however was the mammoth protruding bumper panel which has the effect of pulling the eye simultaneously outwards and downwards. Grille aside, it’s X200’s visual nadir.
If the S-Type had been the work of Kia or Hyundai, It would probably have been retrospectively viewed as cherishably bad. However, as a Jaguar it fell so far short of stylistic adequacy as to render it unspeakable. Because despite being face and tail-lifted into respectability, X200 will never quite escape the blush of mortification.
These are some of the things we talk about when we talk about the S-Type. We talk about failure, about missed opportunities too, but when we do so, it’s now with affection for the misbegotten mutt, rather than opprobrium.