There are many consolations to being James Bond. You have the cool cars, the lavish lifestyle, a license to kill any fool that annoys you, and an endless supply of beautiful women who will sleep with you no matter how old you get.
But while Bond's face may change, his general occupation never does. Saving the world seems pretty exciting, but after fifty years, Bond's probably a little tired of putting evil masterminds and their bulky henchmen in the ground and having to come up with clever quips afterwards.
