Conan the Barbarian

 A surprisingly banal take on the sword, sorcery and myth classic

The prologue of Conan the Barbarian immediately makes clear what sort of hero we must make do with.

According to the voice-over it's 'between the years that the oceans drank Atlantis and the rise of the Sons of Aryas'. On a battlefield we find a woman clutching her belly with one hand and a sword with the other. She's in labour, but only by being cut from her womb will the baby deign to emerge, as her dying lips whisper his name-to-be. 

A teenage Conan pays no heed when his father, the tribe's blacksmith (Ron Perlman), tries to teach him the riddle of steel whilst forging him his first sword. In Celtic tradition a smith was half village elder, half shaman, but what should be a key scene of the film is understated, the mythological quality lost. This is typical of a film that turns out to be about an obnoxious murderer instead of a hero.

The torturously unpleasant violence from the movie's opening continues when the village is invaded. Every bone-crunch of teenage Conan's counter-attack is amplified, while the powerful character moments between son and soon-to-die father are lost, the filmmakers assuming we're only interested in seeing Perlman get molten metal full in the face.

This tone persists. The adult Conan does unspeakably nasty things to captive baddies, and frees female sex slaves only to leer at them himself, then get them re-employed as tavern sluts. It's a far cry from John Milius' 1982 Conan the Barbarian, of which the current film is ostentatiously not a remake, despite the many recurring tropes.

Both films are about a man who seeks out and ultimately destroys the wizard-king who wiped out his tribe. But where the old Conan (Arnold Schwarzenegger) had innocence to balance his inherently thuggish life, the sum of his years spent at the Wheel of Pain and in the arena, new Conan is no better than the villains he dispatches in endless swordfights.

Lead actor Jason Momoa definitely shows a certain charisma and would be perfect in the role, particularly after playing the similiar, but more nuanced, Drogo in Game of Thrones (the second series of which is soon to be filmed in various Northern Irish locations), were he not let down by the unimaginative direction and the shoddy script.

It's all stuff an adolescent's dreams are made of: flashy gore and nastiness, grotesque villains and buxom damsels, but the film is light on the truly mythic, interesting character dilemmas and narrative logic.

The action sequences are cut too fast, disorientating rather than immersive, and quickly become repetitive and dull. The script, meanwhile, seems to have been cut to less than the bare minimum to get from one fight to the next. Chartacter motivation is as scarce.

Indeed, about the women: Tamara (Rachel Nichols), goes from being an implausibly good fighter to a helpless puppet when the script requires it. When Conan claims her as his slave and gags her, it's played as funny, not as a violation.

'I live, I love, I slay... I am content,' Conan mumbles halfway through the movie. As a motto it really holds no candle to his former incarnation's answer to what's best in life: 'to crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and hear the lamentation of their women'.

The producers have already blamed the failing box office figures on insufficient brand recognition, even though Robert E Howard's pulp hero is doing well in every other medium, from comic book to video game. More likely, audiences aren't fooled by 'product' slapped together for the lowest common denominator.

Conan the Barbarian is out on general release now.

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