Clash Of Titan

Remember Clash of the Titans? It's just about an average 70mm effort I think, but it has one really pretty saving grace - Gemma Arterton. She wears a warrior dress, embarrasses the crap out of Sam Worthington while teaching him how to tackle the snake-headed Medusa, is a formidable force throughout and is a fine example of beauty. The F-Type Coupe is exactly that - saving grace in the segment of sportscars.

It's gladiatorial but packs modern firepower and manages to be a style icon for others. As a matter of fact, I feel Jaguar got the name of the car wrong - it should've had 'Stunning' or 'Gorgeous' somewhere, too. If you were the really nerdy nutcase of a chap, the Jaguar F-Type Coupe would surely seem to have more negatives than positives.

You might compare the F-Type Coupe to something like a Nissan GT-R (Godzilla, its sexier name) or the Porsche 911 (glorified Beetle, as a few Brit chaps call it). The GT-R is, of course, a result of some really anal levels of meticulous production techniques and the 911 flaunts a gearbox that no one can pronounce correctly (PDK, in its most condensed form), technology that decouples the engine from the transmission to save fuel and sundry abbreviations like PDCC, PAA and God knows what all! The Jag fight backs - it tries.

The F-Type Coupe might not be as heavy on rocket-science level of technology, but it will try and please with a couple of tricks. Firstly, it is made completely of Aluminium - a very light and strong material which is also quite difficult to play with as it doesn't bend in shapes easily. Jaguar had to use some really complex manufacturing methods and the entire body side is created from a single piece Aluminium. It is, therefore, a bit odd that the Coupe weighs just a bit shy of 1700 kilos - still quite heavy for a sportscar made entirely of Aluminium, in my view.

Jaguar F-Type Review On the tech front, there's an updated e-diff (electronic differential) which redistributes torque between the rear wheels based on the way you're driving. There's something called Torque Vectoring as well - clever stuff that's gaining on popularity these days. Only here, in the F-Type Coupe, it's attributed to intelligent application of braking force to the inner wheels while you're being a complete fool going around a corner.

Just tuck the car into a bend, and if you feel the front washing away, get off the accelerator and the trick computer does the rest. You're back in check after a slight wiggle of the back side. Clap clap - you look like hero material to the ladies admiring the body shape of that car. Ah, so you didn't quite feel as pleased? Didn't like the slight oversteer moment - accidental oversteer moment, that is? You weedy moron. I'm not really the geek sort, so, I love that kind of naughtiness in a car. For a simple, fun-loving chap, the F-Type Coupe is magnificent. Firstly, it's nothing less than stellar to look at.

I quite like the F-Type in its convertible form, but the Coupe is crisper, immensely more special. It's the first two-seater sports car by Jaguar since the legendary E-Type and though I don't think the F-Type Coupe will ever be able to match the E-Type for its greatness despite beings hailed as its spiritual successor, the design will have historic importance in the global automotive industry a few decades down. Jaguar F-Type Review Despite its tech credentials, the F-Type Coupe isn't a car deserves elaborate tech-talk. It's got a proper old-school feel to it deep-down. It's a small, super powerful, noise making fun capsule.

It fits no more than one passenger. And because the growling exhausts give you arousal tendencies, I'd say you choose your passenger very carefully! But then again, you'd not take anything less than a pretty woman in a mechanical pleasure-giver of a car like this. And I don't see homosexuals driving the F-Type Coupe - it's just an appropriately raw, properly involving and hairy-chested sports coupe which is a bit too unfavourably cool for them, so that's alright then... the world's in order.

Go on, favour yourself with a wide grin. I first drove the V6 in its S trim that has 375 horsepower pumping out of the 3.0-litre supercharged engine. The handling is crisp and the ride, though a bit hard, suits the Coupe's mad personality. It's more than satisfactory on performance and you'd believe that you don't necessarily need any more than that as a car you'll go out in over the weekends.

But then you drive the 5.0-litre sledgehammer that Jaguar offers as the top of the range option and you'll realize the magnitude of the mistake you'd have committed had you signed the cheque for the V6.