Brajah

While it's not exactly the same thing, he's reversing the postion of the one who would overcome death for the other. It's still forshadowing Belit's death, but instead of Belit being so devoted to Conan that she would come back from death to be with him, you have Conan so devoted to Belit that he would follow her into the afterlife.

 

I certainly don't think it's an accident or coincidence.

Considering how much guilt Conan seems to have about the death of his son and the crew of the Argus he is going to have a real hard time after Belit's death.  He may not be be able to stand the pain and be forced to go outside to his car, put a gun to his head - oh wait that's someone else. Conan may be forced to follow her to the Abyss using the black lotus (because drugs are okay now) only to be turned back by the shimmering spirits of Belit and their son (and maybe Obi-wan Kenobi) who tell him he must return to the lands of the living to fulfill his destiny.

 

All joking aside, I can see Woods trying some misguided homage to REH's suicide just to prove how much he really does understand Robert E Howard.

I never realized how often REH mentioned Conan's scarred face.

 

Scars

 

Conan grinned savagely, involuntarily touching the scars on his dark face. “You had known otherwise, had you spent your youth on the northern frontiers of Cimmeria! Asgard lies to the north, and Vanaheim to the northwest of Cimmeria, and there is continual war along the borders.”     -The Phoenix on the Sword

 

With an oath the Cimmerian heaved himself up on his feet, his blue eyes blazing, his dark scarred face contorted.  -The Frost-Giants Daughter

 

 

Conan’s dark scarred face was darker yet with passion; his black armor was hacked to tatters and splashed with blood; his great sword red to the cross-piece.  -The Scarlet Citadel

 

 

Now the great barrel reared up and the head was poised high above his own, as the monster investigated the torch. A drop of venom fell on his naked thigh, and the feel of it was like a white-hot dagger driven into his flesh. Red jets of agony shot through Conan’s brain, yet he held himself immovable; not by the twitching of a muscle or the flicker of an eyelash did he betray the pain of the hurt that left a scar he bore to the day of his death.  -The Scarlet Citadel

 

 

The shipmaster was a good judge of men. One glance at the dark scarred face of the swordsman, hardened with passion, and he shouted a quick order, thrusting strongly against the piles. –Queen of the Black Coast

 

 

He lifted off his basinet and laid it on the table, and drew back his coif, letting the mail folds fall upon his massive shoulders. She saw more fully now his unlikeness to the Hyborian races. In his dark, scarred face there was a suggestion of moodiness; and without being marked by depravity, or definitely evil, there was more than a suggestion of the sinister about his features, set off by his smoldering blue eyes. A low broad forehead was topped by a square-cut tousled mane as black as a raven’s wing. –Black Colossus

 

It floated hazily, then leaped into startling clarity – a tall man, mightily shouldered and deep of chest, with a massive corded neck and heavily muscled limbs. He was clad in silk and velvet, with the royal lions of Aquilonia worked in gold upon his rich jupon, and the crown of

Aquilonia shone on his square-cut black mane; but the great sword at his side seemed more natural to him than the regal accouterments. His brow was low and broad, his eyes a volcanic blue that smoldered as if with some inner fire. His dark, scarred, almost sinister face was that of a fighting-man, and his velvet garments could not conceal the hard, dangerous lines of his limbs. –The Hour of the Dragon

 

With a practised eye he took in Conan’s worn mail and dark, scarred face, and his conclusions were the same as those of the riders who had passed the Cimmerian on the road – an empty purse and a ready blade. –The Hour of the Dragon

 

With a grunt of annoyance Conan dragged off the bulky headpiece, and the girl nodded as if in approval as she scanned his dark scarred face and blazing eyes. –The Hour of the Dragon

 

To his splendor the huge Cimmerian opposite him offered a strong contrast, with his square-cut black mane, brown scarred countenance and burning blue eyes. He was clad in black meshmail, and the only glitter about him was the broad gold buckle of the belt which supported his sword in its worn leather scabbard. –A Witch Shall be Born

 

“When you allow the elevation of a man, one can be sure that you’ll profit by his advancement. I’ve earned everything I’ve won, with my blood and sweat.” He glanced at the scars on the insides of his palms. There were scars, too, on his body, scars that had not been there seven months ago. –A Witch Shall be Born

 

Her long dark lashes quivered on her cheeks; her eyes opened, stared up unbelievingly into the Cimmerian’s scarred face. –A Witch Shall be Born

 

Conan made no comment; his scarred dark countenance was immobile.

-Man-Eaters of Zamboula

 

 

 

Hairy Chest

Wrenching away the bow and an arrow he staggered toward the opening of the pavilion. So formidable was his appearance, naked but for short leather breeks and sleeveless shirt, open to reveal his great, hairy chest, with his huge limbs and his blue eyes blazing under his tangled black mane, that the squire shrank back, more afraid of his king than of the whole Nemedian

host. –The Hour of the Dragon

That sounds like Savage Sword of Conan #137 "The Lost Legion"

IN

I would say Valhalla Rising is dark and brutal enough to qualify.

Outlander reminded me of 13th Warrior the first time I watched it.

Apocalypto is what I imagine the New World would look like if Conan ever made it there.