Those damn Beatniks! Always hanging out on my lawn in apartments that don't belong to them, sprouting that there "poetry" and a-banging on their tablas. No respect for anything they have, I tells ya, not even their mothers or money! They even wear pullovers, for God's sake!
But even the dangerous life can get kinda boring, so chef-Beatnik Nico (Peter Falk, wearing a really snazzy suite), feeds a hamburger filled with ground glass to a teenage delivery boy. For the kicks, man!
The death of the boy sends his brother Cliff (Jack Betts in his first role. Friends of Italian western know him as Hunt Powers) - industrious, honest, kind-hearted and utterly insufferable - on a one-man crusade that, after a long time of staring disapproving at people having fun, finally (and I mean finally) leads him into a deadly (or deathly boring) confrontation with Nico.
Somewhere on the way he also manages to use his squareness to bring Nico's girlfriend Ellie (Barbara Lord) back onto the right path (queue a national anthem of your choice here).
Many exploitation movies of this type are at least funny, The Bloody Brood just barely manages to be irritating, and completely unfun. I don't really need to mention how obvious director Julian Roffman's ignorance is, as it's par for the course for the genre.
At least the three lead actors are able to transform the one-dimensional characters they are given into two-dimensional characters - you can't blame them for not achieving more.
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