How it started: A perfectly acceptable hunk o’ retro. Big, handsome, and with enough nods to the classic 1967-69 Camaro to give it credibility. And it needed to look good, when put up against the square-jawed likes of the Dodge Challenger and Ford Mustang.
What it became: A horribly disfigured reimagining of, well, what exactly? A car that had been in an accident? A bulldog wearing a gumshield? Sales of the Camaro freefell after this appalling restyle, and Chevy wisely swapped it for face that didn’t look like a waxwork that’s been ten rounds with Mike Tyson rather swiftly.