Unapologetically sourced from the happy Mazda, the 2.1-inch-beamier and 3.4-inch-longer Fusion is no worse for the stretching needed to match Camry/Accord scale. It's downright exuberant on twisty roads, in fact, a prancing, road-embracing sedan that left Chirico musing that its personality owes more to Bavaria than Hiroshima. What's striking behind the wheel is the steering's high effort (five pounds around the skidpad at 0.5 g) and how steeply the effort ramps as you dial off center. The brakes, too, have a businesslike feel on first touch--though the good first impression sags as heavier brake force is administered.
The 221-horsepower Duratec V-6 makes a respectable showing of itself (0-to-60 mph in 7.2 seconds), abetted as it is by the six-speed transmission (a nice change from the norm, where the domestic entrant in a comparison reliably shows up a gear short of the rest). Peculiarly, your sole option for manually downshifting is the L slot, which drops you two gears, depending on circumstances. Unlike the Ford 500, which came to market with one arm tied behind its back--a motor too small for its size--the Fusion's hit the ground swinging.
Where the Fusion's perfect game aches a bit is in moments of rawness lurking in the shadows. Noise levels here Hum and Whoosh where they hum and whoosh in its rivals. The heel of your throttle foot can sense an unexpected tingle of engine vibration from the floorboard. Little stuff, yes, but it accumulates.
More obvious is the disappointing grade of the interior: the clunky texturing, the ancient green illumination of the dials at night, the styleless, rectangular shape of the sound-system cluster. While the interior is fairly attractive, the look has become so Ford-ubiquitous that one staffer quipped, "I'm not sure if I'm in a Fusion or an F-150."

Ergonomically, there are extreme examples of sharp and blunt thinking. Last first: At the center stack's base, where the other three cars relegate occasional-use bins (sensible, given the location's eye-diverting distance from the road), the Fusion locates the ventilation controls. And ensuring your eyes will be kept from the road even longer, those controls are manipulated by nearly flush buttons. However, what could function better than the folding rear seat? From the open truck, easy-reach levers trigger springs to slap either of the split rear seatback's horizontal by remote control. Voila! A flat cargo floor in about the time it takes to read "pop, pop." Brilliant.