When we first drove the original Scion tC, the comparisons to the old Toyota Celica were easy to make. That tC was softly rounded, with a soothing interior and mild performance. The stakes are a little higher, and the lines a lot more masculine, this time around the block. The tC now wears angles that firm up its shape into something more interesting, with muscle-car and gaming and cosplay influences we never thought we'd see on this particular canvas. The roofline reminds us of a few things--the Camaro or GT-R, or maybe a Cylon helmet, and the nose and taillamps are angled and shoveled to fall in line. It's more chunky, but less ponderous than before, and that echoes the message we get from the drivetrain.Carried through the cabin, that magically rediscovered T-square puts some starch in the Scion tC's instruments and controls and some glaring lapses in finishes. The fat steering wheel has a flat bottom, and begs your attention as soon as you slide into the wide, sculptured front seat. It's not enough to distract us away from the trifecta of differently grained plastics that hook up in an unnatural way right over the glovebox, but the cockpit wears red-lit gauges well, and the cut-tube gauges and Reese's-sized climate controls inject some much-appreciated function-over-form simplicity.