Finally, someone decides to take the blindfold off the designers' faces, without having to call the result a... ahem... four-door coupe. I have to admit that I really like the arched hood, it reminds me of one of the... ahem... hidden meaning of renaissance art. But don't expect me to raise my thumb too high, you know my opinion on Japanese "premium" brands. OK, I'll take the time to give you an example: if this car belonged to a German upper class brand, the rear end wouldn't looked as a piece of backyard cement work added to a historical monument.
Fortunately, the interior is worthy of accommodating... ahem... high society buttocks, such as my own. The leather looks and feels just like the one from the inside of my experimental space suit, so I feel at home in the M. The craftsmanship used to polish that wood trimming is also nice, but this is where the appreciations really stop.
Let's see what this car does to a man like me: my intellect gets aroused by the shapes of the front end, I climb inside and am treated with respect and naturally, all this makes me want to push the engine start button and see what is hidden underneath the posh metal clothes. And what happens? I get splashed with the sound of oil burning! And it's the engine from a pick-up!
Yes, the ride is incredibly comfy, but I was asked to pay for this the first moment I turned the steering wheel a little bit more vigorously, so no, the M's package (sorry Bavarians) isn't even close to catering for my transportation needs.