The Conan gods are wise. If I were in charge of picking Chosen Ones, I wouldn't stop at one guy either. Everyone who, say, walks past a certain lamppost at any point in their lifetimes is the Chosen One. Now I've got an army instead of one teenage farmboy who longs for adventure and whose parents are killed by the Dark Lord.
Lose the intro music already. Just give it up, show the grainy splash and start the review and stop rubbing our noses in the fact that _something_ used to be there.