When adapting a book to the screen, it makes sense that a lot of things get left out. Frankly, I don’t envy the job of a screenwriter or an editor that has to take a huge book/series and distill it into a 120 min film and still capture the ‘essence’ of the thing.
Take, for example, James Bond. There are 12 original novels and 2 collections of short stories, that have been adapted into the film franchise we love. The funny thing is, though, is the guy on the page, isn’t the guy on the screen. Not really.
Literary Bond’s kind of a boozy, cigarette scented everyman, if we’re being honest.