In its feeling and completeness, this film by Paolo and Vittorio Taviani may rank close to Jean Renoir’s bafflingly beautiful Grand Illusion, and maybe because it’s about the Second World War and Renoir’s film was about the First, at times it’s like a more deracinated Grand Illusion. The story is a woman’s memories of her adventures as a 6-year-old in a Tuscan village and its environs during the summer of 1944, when the American troops were rumored only days away, and the Germans who had held the area under occupation were preparing to clear out—preparations that included mining the houses so they could blow them up. Yet this setting is magical, like a Shakespearean forest, and the woman’s account has the quality of folklore and legend, and even its most tragic moments can be dizzyingly comic.