INNOCENT BYSTANDERS is like a remnant from Carnaby Street, a vestige of the unmourned days of trendy English film making when everything was sharp angles and bilious color, like a 20-quid suit. It is mostly the usual spy stuff, terse and vicious, with Stanley Baker as an aging agent sent out on his last big job. Its dizzying intrigue of counterplots and triplecrosses probably would have worked better if Director Peter Collinson had not tried to slick it up with a lot of addled editing and improbable violence. Given the prevailing tone of careless hokum, two peformances are triumphant. Donald...
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