Prepare to cringe

THERE'S a new Conan in town and his name is Jason Momoa

He's meaner and hacks more heads with his blade than the sequel's household name, Arnold Schwarzenegger, did in the 1982 Conan the Barbarian.

That's all well and good. As the new Conan in the movie with the same title, I'm not sure if Momoa has the same appeal as the muscleman - the governor of California now more famous for fathering a child with a maid behind his wife's back. But that's politics and not your domain, flick fan.

Momoa is beefcake, all right - and the ogling ladies would go gaga they feast their eyes on his hulky body.

His torso is not as chiselled as Schwarzenegger's, the Austrian with strong, protruding cheekbones and biceps the size of the head of an ox. Simply put, Momoa's biceps can never match those of the seven-time Mr Olympia. That's quite a huge gap to fill.

The two Conan films are based on Robert E Howard's concept of sword fighting and sorcery. However, their storylines are a tad different.

In the 2011 instalment a young Conan (Leo Howard), whose mother died while giving birth to him, witnesses his father Corin (Ron Perlman) dying at the hands of Khalar Zym (Stephen Lang), a warlord who wipes out Conan's entire village.

Predictably, he grows up and seeks to avenge his father and his people's death. He is assisted in his mission by Tamara (Rachel Nichols), a bombshell nun. Not surprisingly, Conan falls for the lady of the cloak. Together they face Zym's troops, which include his treacherous daughter, Marique (Rose McGowan).

The action is bearable, but the script and dialogue weak. The film is peppered with extensive sound effects and, needless to say, this blemishes it. Conan the Barbarian has gory scenes galore, so prepare to cringe.

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