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2013 Audi RS5, a foreigner getting its first U.S. credit: Motoramic Drives

I've always thought that the Audi A5 is totally George Clooney: handsome in a mature and reserved kind of way; buttoned-up but sporty, like yachting or killing foxes; appropriately distanced from its predecessorial roots in the Ford Escort-esque Audi Typ 8b coupe and that embarrassing role as a hardware store employee in The Facts of Life; and remaining compellingly good looking even as it ages.

But while it has a perfectly pleasing silhouette, it's never really had the beef to put my stick shift in first, or make my sport-tuned exhaust pipe rumble, in the way that Daniel Craig, Jason Statham, and Mark Wahlberg—the Mercedes C 63, BMW M3, and Cadillac CTS-V coupes of adult men—have. In an attempt to correct this lapse, Audi is (finally) bringing the Audi RS5 over from Europe.

Unlike most of its current and upcoming competitors, and the rest of Ingolstadt's own S-line, this variant uses the now seemingly archaic formula of foregoing forced induction, choosing instead to Cinderella-slipper a naturally-aspirated, V8 into the bay. In this new installation, their 4.2 liter mill makes 450 horsepower at a screaming 8,250 RPM, which is significantly more than the 345 horsepower a similar sized engine made in last year's S5, which has now received a supercharged version of the V-6 found in the A6 which makes 333 horsepower. In the game of power-plant substitution, Audi seems to change engines more often than the Oneonta Roundhouse.

Also included in the top of the line, $68,900 Typ 8t is a quick-witted 7-speed S-tronic automatic transmission with de rigueur clicky steering wheel paddles, blippy throttle downshifts, and uniquely grippy launch control, all of which feeds your four wheels a torque vectoring Quattro diet rich in schreeeeech and vroooom. The R upgrade also includes the kind of extreme shiny/smoky eye makeup that would earn Rooney Mara a bony fist-bump from Melissa Rivers, a tessellated grille that would drive Crazy Craving right to the Honeycomb Hideout, a quartet of tail pipe tips that are only slightly less elliptical than the orbit of Jupiter's four Galilean moons (or my narrative style), and an available Alu-optic package that plates the exterior surrounds and interior switchgear with a material that answers the question: what happens when the dump combines all the metal, glass, and plastic from your recycling bin?