At Giunti Odeon the sequel to the cult hit Joker (2019), starring the great Joaquin Phoenix accompanied by a superlative Lady Gaga. Arthur Fleck is in prison for committing five murders (actually six, but the police are not aware of one), including the most sensational one on live national TV, and is awaiting the trial that will decide his punishment: his lawyer wants to ask for the mitigating factor of insanity to recognise the Arthur/Joker dual personality, while Deputy District Attorney Harvey Dent wants his head, invoking the death penalty. His jailers (and torturers) mock and humiliate him, but one of them allows him (by way of mockery) to join a choir of inmates which includes Lee, the young woman with whom Arthur instantly falls in love, glimpsing in her his first opportunity to be truly seen and welcomed: but is Lee in love with him or the Joker?

At Giunti Odeon one of Stanley Kubrick's masterpieces and one of the most extraordinary war films in cinema history. A group of young marines, newly recruited and harshly trained by Sergeant Hartman using brutal methods, sets off for Vietnam, where they experience the horrors of war in the battle around the city of Hue. A stark denunciation of human folly and conceit - a dominant theme in Kubrick, whether exercised in space or on Earth - made effective by the realism of the set design (the eerie geometry of the barracks and the apocalyptic theatre of battle) and the sharp cinematography.

At Giunti Odeon, the highly anticipated new film by Paolo Sorrentino, in competition at the last Cannes Film Festival. The life of Parthenope, who is named after her city but is neither a siren nor a myth. From 1950, when she was born, until today. Inside her, the whole long repertoire of existence: carefreeness and its fainting, classical beauty and its inexorable change, useless loves and impossible ones, stale flirtations and the vertigo of lightning strikes, kisses on Capri nights, flashes of happiness and persistent pain, real fathers and invented ones, the end of things, new beginnings. The others, lived, observed, loved, men and women, their melancholic drifts, their somewhat disheartened eyes, their impatience, the loss of hope of being able to laugh once again for a distinguished man who stumbles and falls in a downtown street. Always in the company of the passing of time, this faithful boyfriend. And of Naples, which bewitches, enchants, shouts, laughs and then knows how to hurt you.

For Halloween Night (11.45 pm), Giunti Odeon appeals to all horror lovers with a great cult film directed by Brian De Palma and based on a novel by Stephen King. Carrie, without warning and in the shower of a women's locker room, discovers her first menstruation. She is mocked by her classmates and immediately defended by Professor Collins, who punishes the girls with strenuous physical exercises. If Sue Snell repents by convincing her boyfriend to take Carrie to the prom, Chris Hargenson will organise a nasty prank on the girl, who, however, endowed with telekinetic powers, will take her revenge...

The colour red often invades the shots of Carrie, the cult film by Brian De Palma that consecrated the film fortune of Stephen King (who, often critical of the film versions of his books, has always loved this film). Adapting the first novel by the great master of North American horror fiction, the most ‘technical’, theoretical, citationist of the New Hollywood directors builds a perfect and baroque terror machine, in which blood becomes a means, a symbol and finally a consequence of an adolescent maturation that has never been so ruthless. The acting body of Sissy Spacek is fundamental, capable of expressing the most violent of frailties. Not to be outdone is the hallucinated mother played by Piper Laurie (both earned well-deserved Oscar nominations). Carrie is also a seminal work, paving the way for the teen slasher movies of the years to come: without this film, there would not have been the Halloween, Friday the 13th and Scream sagas (and maybe not even school comedies like Animal House). Of one thing you can be sure: you will scream with fear until the very last second.