Conan was exactly what I expected, and also not.
On one hand it is the story of a big, shirtless guy with a broadsword and an attitude that I had hoped it would be (not like that). There are kings and queens and secrets; men get shived and wars get waged and all the women –permitting they aren’t evil or witches or something-- are unbelievably beautiful.
It feels like an adventure story plain and simple, and for that I am happy. Superheroes are brilliant, I love them and they will always be my favorites of this zany medium in which you and I partake, but sometimes you have to spend some time with a Robinson Crusoe or a Robin Hood. A “real” man doing potentially real things. Reading a character like Conan I’m taken back to grade school summers spent in and around the local conifers reading adventure stories like these and it’s a good feeling. One that’s nice to have at all let alone getting to have it while working and in a form of storytelling I hold so dear.