Conan the Destroyer

This film has the dubious honor of being the only Conan film not rated R, although I don't see why it isn't. Few serious films contain quite so much waxed flesh; to be fair, though, I'm not certain this was a serious film.

If Conan the Destroyer has a selling point, it must be in the conceptual designs. Although too many of the props in this pre-historic age were made of plastic, many of the sets were breathtaking, with the exception of scenes shot in the Mojave desert, which, though imbued with sentimental value, don't exactly scream "exotic." A castle of mirrors on a lake mostly made up for that bit of homey nostalgia.

The humor would have held more significance if all of the jokes hadn't been dubbed slightly askew from the picture. It played merry hell with the timing.

Seriously, if you ever decide to watch this movie just watch for moments - still images that fire the imagination. In between, tolerate the almost-nudity and questionable acting.

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