The side view with all doors open displays the bankrupt theme of Cinderfella's hollowed out pumpkin. Add black paint and the "Mandarin Orange" pinstripe to proclaim trick or treat to anyone with a dollop of knowledge beyond press releases served as journalism and Kelley Blue Book. "Mandarin" underscores Rolls-Royce's metier has always been marketing, since 85% of today's R-Rs go where most Buicks go, China, the rest to oil-rich Bedouins whose knowledge of the company's history nil, only that this is what wealthy Westerners were long taught to aspire to, and now it's there turn at the trough.
One of England's leading auto writers, Laurence Pomeroy, long ago, when Derby was already cribbing from Buick and Packard, dismissed R-Rs as "a triumph of craftsmanship over engineering." Most R-R and all 1933-on Bentley engines through 1958 but the 700 complex, troublesome 1936-39 Phantom IIIs mild outgrowth of the junior 1922 Twenty model, itself based on the 1920 Buick Six, tho' in the words of another respected Brit motoring journalist of yore, "not so good" as the Flintmobile.
Take it from the English, who do not suffer fools, leaving that to wealthy Colonials, and now the tech rich of Asia and the Middle East willing to buy a cosmetically finessed BMW.
At the debut of Crewe's new V-8 63 years ago, its well lubricated chief engineer blurted out,
"It's bloody near as good as the Chrysler."
The above has all the charm of another in your face brick, the current Chrysler 300, as Jack aptly suggests above.