Matthew McConaughey, as the source of the evil that stands contrary to all such good things, slithers through the film in clothes as slick as his gelled hair, and a face that is tanned leather. Some things remain constant, even in multiverse.

One of the worst adaptations of Stephen King’s works; even Matthew McConaughey and Idris Elba’s talents aren’t enough to save it from collapsing.

One doesn’t have to sit through the entire series in order to get the drift of the story as the film easily manages to portray it, even if in the most neglectful way, which kind of works if you are just in a cozy mood and want to catch a film, any film.

The Dark Tower keeps you engaged but fails to go beyond offering you some generic escapism.