The Bond of the books has a conscience. He doesn't enjoy his vodka martinis as much as pound them in an effort to anesthetize himself. His frequent showers suggest, at least to this reader, an attempt to cleanse his guilt a la Lady Macbeth.
I had high hopes for the re-boot with Daniel Craig. I naively believed we'd get faithful adaptions of Fleming's excellent novellas. Silly me.
Fleming got me to read in 1964. Voracious ever since.