THEREíS A SCENE in the movie Bullitt when the actors say nothing for about 10 minutes. Instead, as a Ford Mustang and Dodge Charger terrorise San Franciscoís streets in chase each other, big V8s fill the dialogue. Thereís no music, just bellowing engines and screeching tyres to hold your attention, many argue, better than any other car chase scene in history.
Over the years, Fordís built three special Mustangs in tribute Detective Frank Bullittís (played by Steve McQueen) iconic 1968 Mustang GT from the scene. First in 2001, again in í09, then in 2018 to mark 50 years since the filmís release. Named Mustang Bullitt, the latest one is the first to be sold in Australia.
Sure, you could call this comparison pointless when our 700-strong allocation is virtually sold out. But when its $73,680 price lands within only a couple grand of the Chrysler 300 SRT, our inner movie buff is screaming for a showdown. After all, the 300 SRT can claim family relations to the sceneís menacing 1968 Dodge Charger R/T 440.
Besides both cars being built by Chrysler, now known as FCA, the Dodge Charger was revived in 2016 with four-doors to avoid stealing Challenger sales. As a result, it shares the 300 SRTís same platform and pushrod Hemi 6.4-litre V8 that punches out 350kW at 6150rpm and 637Nm at 4250rpm.
The 300 injects FCAís presence into right-hand drive markets where the left-hand drive Charger and Challenger miss out. And although sales remain small in Australia, it survives here because our local four-door V8s gifted it an uncontested segment when they were axed.
Sales did peak, despite its architecture dating back to 2005, when it was revamped in 2014 with a new face, bum and interior. The update also introduced the Core, a budget version with static dampers and a downgraded equipment list, but we think the 300 is best enjoyed like a burger - with the lot.
That clearly was the brief at Ford on the Bullitt. Inside some things ham-up the tribute; ĎBullittí is written on the side-sills, steering horn and a numbered dash plaque. Meanwhile, its digital cluster and cup holder LEDs glow green, matching the Recaroís seat stitching.
But there are other, more genuine, nods to the movie icon, like that white cue-ball knob atop its six-speed manual transmission. Or, the way the seat pads are partitioned. Its front grilles are bare. The top grille and the glasshouse are framed in chrome, while special ĎTorq-thrustí wheels and a single Bullitt badge, placed where the regular ĎGTí one was on the boot, complete the transformation.
All these small changes add to one serious statement. The Bullitt is a stealthy, brooding thing. Intimidating, even. And to help justify its $10K premium over a base manual GT, its 5.0-litre V8 also breathes through a larger 87mm throttle body (compared to 80mm) and cold-air intake, boosting power by 6kW to 345kW/556Nm. Otherwise, itís mechanically identical to a regular Mustang GT.
Itís unlikely 6kW could significantly quicken the Mustangís gallop, with Victoriaís end-of-summer heat threatening to turn Heathcote Raceway into a cooking pan, we roll through its gates even more sceptical.
Being manual only, the launch technique demands experimentation. Normally, revs are limited to 4000rpm with the clutch in, even with traction control and ESP switched off. Sport Plus mode allows more revs and dropping 5000rpm on rear Michelin Pilot Sport 4 S tyres will spin them nicely. But, it only reaps a 5.7sec sprint to 100km/h and 13.7sec sprint across the 400m strip.
Hemi technology is old school, but Multi-Displacement System, or cylinder deactivation, isnít
Interestingly its 6.4litre capacity almost matches the 1968 Mustang GTís 390cubic inch V8
Dark Highlight Green paint looks dark, almost black, in low light conditions. Itís spectacular in full light
Ford ditched the Bullittís engine cover for that exposed rocker-head look like on the original 390
It takes a while to nail a good upshift. Manual Mustangs spin to a higher 7500rpm cut-out than the 10-speed automatic powertrain, even though redline is marked at 7400rpm like the auto. It makes timing the shift perfectly, even with a warning light, incredibly hard, especially since the revs build so quick in the upper ranges.
Drag Mode, though, clearly helps. Suddenly, like a sprinter on the starting blocks, muscles tensed, the carís systems are focused on delivering maximum acceleration. The rear dampers soften so its weight pushes down on the rear and the safety systems optimise traction. Even with a relatively low-rpm launch from 3700rpm, its 0-100km/h time drops to 5.34sec and its 0-400m sprint falls to 13.34sec.
Thatís a tenth slower than what we extracted from a regular manual GT and the hot temps are sabotaging its potential. Weíre seeing 30 degrees Celsius on its dash. The first 2018 manual GT we ever tested crossed the line 3km/h higher and a tenth faster than our Bullitt, but it was in 11 degrees ambient.
However, cold air would not save the Mustang Bullitt from ridiculously long new gear ratios. First is geared to 87km/h, second to 134km/h and third to 198km/h. So even though it packs another 39kW and 36Nm, the outputs are nowhere near enough to leverage these wide spreads.
There are plenty of ways to launch the SRT, but only one way to nail it. For instance, you must leave ESP on to engage launch control. Full throttle on the brake jumps the revs to 2000rpm, which then slowly build to a pre-set figure with, what feels like, a stall function. Lift the brake, and it unleashes the Hemiís hell on its skinny rear Goodyears.
Bullitt interior is rife with branding, bringing an old school vibe to an otherwise techinfused cabin
Mustangís debadged snout is brooding and stealth, comes with unique chrome frame on the top grille
SRT transmission can be slow to downshift into corners - best to rely on the wheelmounted paddles
The SRTís eight-speed transmission belts through much shorter ratios. It can kiss 96km/h in second gear if you let it run to its 6750rpm cut in manual mode. But thereís no real point. Left to shift on its own, it slots into third at 85km/h instead, or 6000rpm, so revs spend more time in the mid-range.
Itís slow, on todayís surface, until we try a much smoother launch sequence. With its damping set to Street in a configurable drive mode, its traction control and transmission set to their most aggressive mode, Track, and some throttle built against a soft brake, we ease away at 1500rpm. As soon as it gains some speed, we sink the loud pedal. From rest, it hits 100km/h in 4.83sec and blitzes the finish line in 12.97sec. Again, trap speeds are disappointing, with 176km/h revealing even a bulletproof V8 feels the heat.
Not that you could tell from the sound it makes. The 6.4litre V8 thunders like a Supercar racer as it rips through the atmosphere, gulping air to fill its 103.9mm wide cylinders. It then blasts a deep rumble out its exhaust, punctuating the climb to a strong top-end with a burp on every upshift. With only a 94.5mm stroke attached to its big cylinders, the SRT can rev, and instead feels most energetic above 3500rpm.
Even though the Mustang rows longer gears, and its DOHC 5.0-litre V8 is almost square in bore and stroke, it builds engine speed with relentless pace. The delivery is racecar-like and clearly helped by cutting-edge tech like plasma-coated bores. But thereís also the noise, which is good enough to justify a Bullitt sequel. That exposed air filter gives its intake roar a hard-edge, like a Shelby GT350R. And as well as the thunder exploding from its active exhaust, thereís a deep throbbing engine noise that the SRT lacks.
Fordís equips adaptive suspension on all Bullitts, so on top of uprated dampers, bigger swaybars, revised rear toelinks and Michelins, it has bigger front bearings and inverted front struts. As a result, it tries hard to handle like a sportscar, holding the road with barnacle-like grip and darting into corners as soon as you point the steering off-centre. But it never feels truly planted. Or, delivers the steering feedback you need to push as hard as you want.
Still, it makes an easy target of the 300 SRT. Yes, the big thing is okay to drive. The steering wriggles in your palms with some feedback, the brakes are firm and the throttle is responsive, but you can always sense its size. Roll, squat and dive always threaten to creep in and the whole thing feels inert.
Its size reveals the true problem. Compared to the Mustang, itís 277mm longer in length, 332mm longer in wheelbase and 233kg heavier. Since itís weighed with virtually an empty 70 litre tank, its true kerb weight is even more. And yet, Chrysler places this mass on 245mm-wide tyres at all corners.
Clearly, when FCA updates the SRT, a lighter platform and staggered wheel widths would help, but for now, thereís still plenty to like. Itís ridiculously easy to oversteer. Itís undergripped, and its wheelbase gives you plenty of time to react. Yes, the steeringís a little slow coming off lock, and the stability control could allow a touch more latitude in Track, but otherwise itís a big, friendly boofhead.
This easy-going nature translates to its ride, as well. Track damping is too stiff, obviously, whereas Comfort struggles to control its mass. Sport strikes a good balance and soaks up bad roads without insulating you too much.
The Mustangís ride is okay in comparison, but its huge 19-inch tyres often thump into potholes and over bumps. Meanwhile, the lingering float in the setup never pays off with a cushioned ride. At least itís the better place to sit, where youíre hugged by Recaros and stare at that digital cluster.
The Chrysler, by comparison, has big, comfy Alcantaratrimmed seats that lack bolster or meaningful support for hard driving. Its footwell, too, is cramped by a foot brake, and operating its rotary dial gear selector is clunky at the best of times, dangerous at the worst of them.
Clearly, each carís strengths play to their purpose. The Chrysler is a big people hauler with a very limited skill set. But what it does get right, makes it charming. Its rear-end is so easy to smear across the road and its powertrain is refreshingly old-school, yet potent. It looks good for an old rig, and itís comfortable to punt around.
The Mustang Bullitt had to look, feel and drive like a movie star. Luckily, it already did. From its Dark Highland Green paint, to its wheels, itís instead an excellent tribute, where its character equals more than the sum of its parts.
These two might work different sides of the street, but they find middle ground as muscle cars. The Chrysler leads the chase as the big, lazy skid-friendly V8. Itís quicker in a straight line, thanks to an automatic, but the Mustang, with its lighter side-step and free-revving engine, hunts it down with pace. Considering the Mustang is more capable at grand touring than the Chrysler is at being a sports car, and the winner is obvious. Fordís Mustang Bullitt is a star. Itís only a shame that theyíre probably all spoken for.