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Holden Commodore VXR

Jaguar XE 25t

THEREíS no hiding place here for the Holden Commodore VXR. The development vehicle excuses, the pre-launch PR bluster and any residual extended goodwill end right here. Weíve driven pre-production versions of the ZB Commodore VXR but this is the first time weíve pitched it in against its toughest rivals. If youíve read the 3000km drive to Bourke and back in the February issue, youíll know that we harboured a few reservations about this car, most specifically in the way the 3.6-litre V6 engine (which can trace its ĎHigh Featureí lineage back to the 2004 VZ Commodore) interfaces with GMís nine-speed transmission.

Given that there arenít any normally aspirated, all-wheel drive cars in this price bracket with which to directly compare it, weíve taken a slightly different tack. For a nominal budget of 60 to 70 grand, weíve lined up three alternatives that tease the formula out in different directions. Looking for more grunt? The 272kW Kia Stinger GT certainly answers that call. A bit more in the way of badge equity? Look no further than Jaguarís XE 25t. Or how about more space? The Skoda Superb Sportline 206 TSI 4x4 offers limo-like legroom and a certain low-key discretion. Game on.

If the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results, then perhaps we have a screw or two loose. Each time we punt Holdenís Commodore VXR through the same corner, it seems to do something dissimilar. At first itís perplexing but upon consideration, itís apparent whatís going on. A multiplying avalanche of variables thrown at the carís ECU by the Twinster all-wheel-drive chassis, stability-control system and nine-speed auto means that what might feel the same to us is a markedly different proposal to the VXRís algorithm set. Hook it all up, feel the diff tweaking drive to the outside rear, the transmission plugging into four and a half grand, and it feels rock star. Miss that datum by a nanometre and you can be left with a lugging, understeering lump. Itís never dull, thatís for sure.


The Superb and Commodore proved almost identical in rolling acceleration, with the Holdenís burly Brembos handing it the win on braking. But as speeds rise, the ZB begins to struggle as physics exert a stronger force than anything its tight gearing can salvage. The boosted 2.0-litre Jaguar also keeps the atmo Commoí honest up to 50km/h, then falls away. Nothing gets close to the Stinger, however, despite the Kia baking in the hottest part of the day when laying down its numbers.

After the complexity of the $55,990 Commodore, its three rivals seem fairly straightforward propositions. None can quite match the Holdenís value-packed list price, but the $56,790 Skoda in Sportline trim comes closest. The top-spec Kia Stinger GT is priced at $59,990, and while the $56K Stinger 330Si might have been closer on price, the fact that over 80 percent of Stinger V6 buyers are choosing the flagship model swings the decision for us. Finally, thereís the Jaguar XE and a slight mea culpa. It was always going to be the outlier in this test, but we were looking to bag a $66,500 25t R-Sport model. It wasnít available, so weíve been left with the mechanically similar 25t Portfolio, which comes with more toys (and less sporting visuals) at a rather conspicuous $70,500 ask.

The most money also buys you the least ponies. With just 184kW under the bonnet from its turbocharged 2.0-litre Ingenium four, the Jagís engine has that slight whiff of crippleware about it given that the ostensibly similar 30t version develops a rippling 221kW. With 137kg less than the Holden to haul and a mighty front end, Skodaís all-wheel drive 206kW Superb might just have the cross-country chops to put some manners on the VXR. The twin-turbo Stinger is a known quantity and acts as the enthusiastís benchmark in this class.

The numbers that spool out of Ponchardís data logger at Sydney Dragway are instructive. Predictably, the Kia is the quickest down the strip, but not by as much as its yawning gulf in kilowatts might suggest. On a hot and muggy day, it registers a 5.1sec run to 100km/h, breaking the quarter in 13.3sec. Next quickest is the Skoda, its 5.4sec 0-100 time helped by a combination of terrific launch control, all-wheel-drive traction and smart transmission calibration. The Commodore registers 6.2sec to 100km/h, about on par with Holdenís posted figures, while the XEís 7.7sec result makes a mockery of its 6.3sec manufacturerís claim. Are we lugging a makeweight in the pert shape of the British compact exec?

The thousand kilometre two-day drive route ought to answer that question. Day one sees us run from Sydney over the Blue Mountains and into a massive figure-eight pivoting around Bathurst. Dynamic assessments complete, the second day sees photography duties undertaken south of Sydney on the run down to Wollongong and back, giving us the opportunity to perform interior assessments.

Whenever thereís a key grab, the Skodaís is always the one thatís left. Even bedecked with spoilers and carbonfibre dash fillets, thereís still something utilitarian in appeal about the Superb, something that has you checking the rear cupholders for the complimentary spring water with every ride. Itís nevertheless fearsomely quick along a good road, and delivers impressive body control. The engine/transmission calibration is comprehensively the best of the bunch, and brake pedal feel is impressive, with a nicely ramped transition from feather to genuine bite. Itís loud though, with marked suspension thump, intrusive tyre rumble from its Potenzas, and wind noise from the front flanks where that sharply undercut bonnet scallop and swage line cleaves the air from smooth boundary layer to rustling vortices. A taciturn engine note, equally mute steering and a ridiculously high seating position undermine the Skodaís promising dynamic potential. As rapid as it is, it feels unconvincingly developed as a performance model, lacking much in the way of reward to justify the big numbers that can appear on its clocks.


You sit deep and swaddled in the VXRís sports front seats. Back-seat packaging generous but seat base is short and flat. Tyre harmonics and engine note are intrusive. Cabin plastics feel proletarian and letterbox sunroof smacks of costcutting. Rapid multimedia, powerful air-con and awesome Bose stereo all impress. Unlike Stinger, the HUD remains visible with polarised shades. In some trims, only five paint colours are offered, unlike Opelís Insignia which offers 13 hues.

The pastiche of other manufacturer design cues somehow gels well in Stingerís cabin. Pleasing attention to details with quality Nappa leather, neat stitching, Alcantara headlining and sturdy interior plastics. Our test car was reluctant to shift into Drive at times. Harman Kardon stereo is standard fit and agreeably concussive. Rear seat accommodation good, with decent legroom and a properly contoured pair of berths, unlike the Skodaís afterthought flat bench.

Inherent suppleness of XEís chassis means occupants always feel cossetted. Lack of USBs in the rear a miss though. Small touchscreen in this car is a bit mean but there is a larger 10.25-inch screen on Jaguarís options list. Ergonomics are sound, with hot key buttons for many main functions. The double-stack door cards seem like form over function and the R-Sport interior offers more colour and zest than this Portfolio spec. Vast scope for individualising the XE if youíre prepared to pay.

Big screen, huge space and easy functionality weigh in Skodaís favour, though flat rear bench is malnourished and refinement the worst here. Glovebox fit wasnít great, highlighting a lack of care with finish. Terrific powertrain buys Superb credit and the Sportlineís front seats are much-improved, but too high. Switching drive modes happens via touchscreen, unlike the Kia which has a simple rotary dial. But then the Stinger doesnít get umbrellas in its doors...

A taciturn engine note, equally mute steering and a ridiculously high seating position undermine the Skodaís promising dynamic potential. As rapid as it is, it feels unconvincingly developed as a performance model, lacking much in the way of reward to justify the big numbers that can appear on its clocks.

The Jaguar feels the Skodaís polar opposite. Its chassis is clearly the fruit of engineers with a nuanced understanding of vehicle dynamics, its steering rich in feedback, its power delivery a case study in doing more with less. Even in this company, the engine feels sweet and fluid, this low-kay unit freeing up noticeably over the course of the test. Dynamically, itís fairly easy to see where your additional outlay is going. Itís not perfect, though. The suspension feels impeccable under compression, but in rebound it can betray a lack of polish. Likewise the eight-speed ZF 8HP transmission Ė unusually for this íbox Ė can be caught on the hop with sharp throttle demands, sometimes finding itself behind the eight-ball and hurriedly making amends without its normal silky torque-converter slur.

In certain dynamic regards the XE feels more like a Holden than the new Commodore. Its relaxed gait, the way it melds and flows with our roads, even its steering weighting smacks of VE/VF. And the rear three-quarter view has elements of VE about it, a car that Jaguar designer Ian Callum Ė an old work colleague of Mike Simcoe Ė has previously professed his admiration for.

The Stinger carries nothing in the way of historical baggage. For a clean sheet, first-crack design, itís little short of amazing. The chassis is certainly not the last word in sophistication, being the only one of the quartet that possibly wants for something in terms of torsional rigidity, but the sheer muscularity of the 3.3-litre twin-turbo V6 buys it all sorts of credit and offers the keen driver all manner of options. The eight-speed transmission doesnít have a whole lot of head-scratching to do to make the most of a torque Ďcurveí thatís pegged at 510Nm all the way from 1300 to 4500rpm. Itís effortlessly rapid almost everywhere, although it can feel a little unwieldy when the going gets really twisty, rapid progress being an exercise in managing oversteer.

Engine aside, the Stingerís reactions, even in its sportiest mode, are never what youíd call quicksilver. Everything has an element of slack to it. The variable-ratio steering can occasionally feel dull-witted, the throttle response is often lax, blithely knowing whatís in reserve, while the suspension, even in its firmest mode, requires you to give the car a moment for its masses to settle.


Itís hard to believe but the Commodoreís entry-level petrol engine is the same one that powers the flagship sporting model in Europe. The Insignia GSi gets the 191kW 2.0-litre turbo-petrol unit as seen in our Commodore, but mated to an all-wheel drive chassis. Thereís still no confirmation as to if and when a hotter Opel Insignia OPC will materialise, but thereís little chance itíd have more than four pots under the bonnet. The possibility of Holden swallowing its pride and importing it to replace the V6 VXR would, in all probability, be even slimmer.


That might sound a fairly fundamental criticism, but giving the Stinger time to compose itself before any significant deviation from stasis is enough to provide some welcome reassurance. You let the car settle into a corner, and gradually feed throttle and steering.

Launch it into a change of direction with a big clog and an armful of steering and it can feel clumsy. Be a little more sympathetic with it and you can really work into a decent flow. For a car with variable-ratio electric steering, adaptive dampers, five drive modes and an eight-speed auto that canít be locked into manual mode, the Stinger GT feels agreeably analogue.

Thatís one accusation youíd never level at the Commodore. It wears its tech proudly, despite being the only car here relying on old-school natural aspiration. The Twinster all-wheel-drive chassis with torque-vectoring diff, continuous damping control suspension and GF9 transmission are all clever systems in isolation. The ride quality of the VXR is well-judged and levels of ultimate grip are impressive, but that feeling of the carís software never quite being keyed in with your own erodes confidence. The transmissionís strike rate of getting entry, mid-corner and exit correct is depressingly low. Even in racey VXR mode, we found the car upshifting at 3500rpm, well shy of the magic 4300rpm you need on board to make the car feel as if itís up on its toes. Itís telling that peak torque arrives at 5200rpm against 2800rpm for a VFII SV6.

All too often, frustration then gets the better of you and you find yourself trying to shift a nine-speed íbox manually. That requires some mental adjustment, given this is a vehicle thatís revving at 3400rpm in order to maintain 100km/h in sixth whereas most cars are barely ticking over at that speed. The suspicion grows that Holden has pushed for this V6 because a Commodore range comprised entirely of four-cylinder engines would be even more unpalatable to a sceptical Australian public. Yet the torque-deficient V6 emerges as a less favourable option Ė from a driverís perspective at least Ė than a decent turbo four; a true instance of needing to be careful what you wish for.

This fairly fundamental mismatch between engine and transmission mars what is otherwise a promising package. The spec sheet of the VXR knocks every other car here for six, making the Skoda look especially mean. Buy the Superb 206 TSI Sportline and you might well wonder what happened to niceties like a sunroof, heated rear seats and a head-up display that are standard fit on the Commodore, let alone the adaptive LED matrix headlights that do the same trick as top-line Mercedes-Benz and Audi units in keeping oncoming cars in a moving cone of dipped beam while retaining high-beam intensity elsewhere. The thereís the VXRís Brembo brakes, 20-inch alloys, adaptive damping and premium Bose audio. Simply clever? The Skoda looks merely simple by comparison.


The temptation to give the full-size sector a swerve and step into the premium executive class isnít entirely driven by simple snob value. A three-year resale value of 40 percent for the Kia Stinger compares to 57 percent for the Jaguar XE and up to 60 percent for some BMW 3 Series and Mercedes-Benz C-Class variants. These residuals help drive down typical leasing costs and help explain why these blue-collar badges compete in a steadily diminishing market.


Despite some eyebrow-raising kit omissions, the Superb counters with the easiest infotainment system to master, the biggest and brightest screen, and stacks of rear-seat space. The latter ought to be its trump card, but unfortunately the beancounters have managed to squander that inherent advantage by lumbering the Superb with a rear bench thatís pan flat, overly firm and short in the squab.

The Superbís effortlessly intuitive infotainment installation knocks spots off Holdenís MyLink system, both visually and from a useability standpoint. Likewise, the rest of the Commodoreís cabin feels blue-collar made good. You donít have to look hard to spot hard wearing, workmanlike materials. The front seats are a standout, though, with power side bolsters, a low hip point for an electrically adjustable chair, heating and cooling, as well as plenty of lateral support, albeit better at hip height than upper body. Surprisingly, the Commodore is the only one of the bunch without power assistance for the boot or tailgate, although itís a $900 option on the Jaguar.

Stepping up in class and down in size, the XEís snug cabin feels best insulated against exterior noise. While itís not our favourite interior in the compact executive class, it nevertheless feels as if itís accustomed to batting against higher-quality opposition than that which is arrayed here. There are some ergonomic glitches, though. The tiled centre screen isnít the slickest, the rotating gear selector is occasionally obstructive and the giant door speakers act like cheese graters on your right knee if youíre wearing shorts and cornering enthusiastically.

You expect the rear seat to be tight in the XE but it makes the most of available space, with cut-outs on the backs of the front seats and enough clearance to nestle your toes under the front chairs. The baby Jag is actually 6mm longer in wheelbase than the Commodore, but Holden has worked the ball of foot to front-wheel ratio rather cleverly, extending the passenger cell accordingly. Rear headroom in the Jaguar isnít bad either, and the XE surprises again by being almost as wide as the Holden and Skoda, despite being the shortest of the bunch by over 100mm.

Although youíd swear the Kia was the widest, the longest and the lowest, it concedes overall length to both the Holden and Skoda. The Stingerís cabin feels conspicuously well screwed together and endowed with a degree of design flair. Yes, itís fun to play the game of picking where Kia has cribbed its Ďdesign influencesí from, but it all seems to gel reasonably well. Apart from the coarsely grained steering-wheel boss. That needs to go come facelift time.

The Stinger is generously equipped too, to the extent that our test car didnít have a single extra-cost option fitted to it. Our Micro Blue GT is exactly what youíd get if you walked into the dealer, handed over the minimum agreed amount and drove away. And, to be honest, youíre not left wanting.

Arriving at a finishing order for these four isnít easy, though deciding on the top two and bottom two didnít tax us for too long. The Skoda washes up an honourable fourth. Itís a genuinely rapid vehicle on almost any road you could imagine but at this price point itís just too sparsely equipped and anodyne. It never feels either convincingly sporty or particularly good fun, which condemns it to the wooden-spoon position in this quartet. Itís spacious and easy to live with, but saving $5K and landing the non-Sportline version would bolster the Superb 206 TSI 4x4ís Q-car credentials.

The Commodore VXR finishes third. Its gearbox and engine combination are a disappointment. Factor in fuel consumption that was markedly the worst on test, underwhelming exterior styling and a cabin that has a little too much of a toner cartridge sales rep feel about it and even its clever chassis tech, astonishing kit list and generous accommodation canít salvage its chances. That said, we suspect that the VXR is a weak link in the current Commodore line-up. Would this position have changed with a 250kW torque-rich turbo four beneath the bonnet? In all likelihood, yes.


Splitting the Jaguar XE 25t Portfolio and the Kia Stinger GT will probably come down to whether you value a certain considered touch and tactility, or whether you just want to mash the nuclear button with your fist. We adored the subtlety of the Jaguar, its poise and sweetness of response, but as Mike Tyson once said, everyone has a plan until they get punched in the mouth.

The big hitter of the group also has other qualities aside from its power advantage. Its seven-year warranty canít be overlooked, and nor can the fact that to specify an XE to anywhere near the Kiaís level would probably see the final invoice running to six figures. So weíre going Stinger. And the Commodore VXR? It puts in a big effort and offers an interesting blend of talents but, in this company at least, feels unresolved in its execution. Nice try, but itís a swing and a miss for us.