This joyous, carnivalesque reminiscence renders daily life in a small Italian town as a circus of social rituals, adolescent desires, and political subterfuge. Wandering and wild, Amarcord evokes a vanished world haloed with the glow of fictionalized and inflated memories. Says the magical naturalist, poetic humanist Federico Fellini about the film’s supposed autobiographical nature “I’m a liar, but an honest one.”