The three-box Chevy sedan arrived with the new-for-1949 Chevrolets, which grew proper trunks that were flattened and pulled out from the old bustle-back Fleetlines and Master Deluxes of the streamliner era. How many of us saw Dad off to work in a Biscayne or a Bel Air, or remember the mall lots clogged with Novas and Caprices? The Chevy sedan was everyman’s car, the car you drove if you cared more about value than flash.
Malibus were once everywhere, even in Malibu, but the Japanese long ago moved the bull’s-eye for high-value conformity, and Chevrolet has struggled to hit it. Too big, too small, too boring, too unreliable; the mid-size Chevy sedan devolved into a car you would rent but never buy. Well, here is GM’s latest attempt to reverse the Malibu’s typecasting.
As with the new Chrysler 200, the 2016 Malibu attempts to strum the heartstrings with modern, swept styling. Look at its new shoulders and those tendon lines on the body sides. Muscle and sinew emerge as the light plays in interesting ways. The headlights squint menacingly, like a thug, or like a Camaro. Also like a Camaro (and all the new Cadillacs and Buicks), the Malibu’s beltline is hiked way up to make the roof seem low, leaving narrow daggers for side glass. GM never tires of that bunker-top styling, no matter what it costs in visibility.
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