Of course, owning a piece of James Bond is no doubt tantalizing for the movie memorabilia collector, a way of associating oneself with that debonair lady-killer who manages to bed every attractive woman he lays eyes on despite his horridly cheesy puns.
An innocent woman hauled off for electric shock treatment, stolen children butchered by an ax murderer, a mom confronting the killer -- even in Eastwood's sober accounting, this makes for heavy-duty melodrama.