We're pretty sure it's Italian law that Maseratis have to be gorgeous. And as car carabinieri, we're willing to forgive the geometry-puzzle Biturbos and bulky Coupes of the past, since the GranTurismo coupes and convertibles of today are such standout pieces of design.
The GranTurismo's silhouette is elegant and exciting, a blend that doesn't always come easy. The stereotypical curves are all there, but they're more voluptuous and individual than you think, until you see them fold and swell into each other. From the flared rear fenders--like the Porsche 944 in some lights--to the low-slung front end, it's all sleekly wedged for maximum sensual appeal. Convertibles come off more cleanly, as usual, since snipping off the roof focuses all your attention on the car's hips. The MC has some heavy feel up front--the front fascia gives it thicker jowls but more downforce and better brake cooling--but all versions benefit a lot from the snob appeal of a trident emblem on the grille.
The interior's just as seductive. The control layout's globalized and without the irritating ergonomic lapses of the past, and it's slathered in the most attractive mix of leather and wood and metal this side of a Jaguar XK. The gentle dip across the dash that nestles the shield-shaped clock is perfectly understated, and it's played up when a two-tone combination of trim is specified. That's the dirty-capitalist fun part of ordering a GranTurismo--choosing Bianco Pregiato leather over Grigio Chrono, painting your brake calipers yellow or black, having your headrests stitched with tridents in red thread or black. Personally, we'd leave the cliched carbon-fiber trim behind, but you're free to make awful choices with your money. That's awfully hard to do given the impeccably tasteful options on the table.