‘Fior di Latte’ Review: Tim Heidecker Sniffs his way to romantic redemption in a Surreal and Soulful Comedy of Obsession
Fior di Latte - courtesy of Tribeca
Charlotte Ercoli’s Freshman Feature is a strangely beautiful odyssey through scent, sorrow, and the surreal.
There’s something disarmingly melancholic about the way scent clings to memory. In Fior di Latte, the strange yet stirring directorial debut from Charlotte Ercoli, this idea becomes the foundation for a warped and whimsical descent into one man’s crumbling reality. Set in a version of New York where playwrights still grind away in cramped apartments, the film stars Tim Heidecker as Mark, a washed-up dramatist and walking contradiction — equal parts loner, narcissist, and tragic romantic. And somehow, through a haze of cologne and emotional delusion, Fior di Latte transforms his sad little spiral into something quietly profound.
This is comedy on an entirely different frequency — offbeat, fragmented, surreal — and yet it resonates. Not because it tries to impress or provoke, but because it digs into something deeply human: the self-destructive yearning to relive a perfect moment in time. The setup is absurd: Mark, once creatively on fire, now spends his days holed up with his passive-aggressive maybe-girlfriend Francesca (Marta Pozzan) and sniffing a worn pair of underwear soaked in a rare Italian perfume. That scent, Fior di Latte, is his time machine — a portal back to a fleetingly idyllic summer romance in Italy, filtered through memory and fantasy.
When the smell begins to fade, Mark embarks on a surreal scavenger hunt to replenish the scent, crossing paths with an underground perfumer (Kevin Kline, divine), a smug importer (Gina Gershon), and an aspiring actress played with meta charm by Julia Fox. These encounters play like fever dreams—comic vignettes laced with loneliness. Heidecker leans into the awkwardness of it all, making even Mark’s most deluded choices oddly sympathetic.
Ercoli stitches all of this together with the whimsical logic of a fever dream. Musical interludes, animation, and sudden tonal detours are baked into the DNA of the film — think Charlie Kaufman by way of Tim & Eric. And that’s where Heidecker proves indispensable. His performance is a masterpiece of internal chaos. There’s something unnerving about how naturally he slips between laugh-out-loud awkwardness and devastating loneliness. His Mark is pathetic and proud, witty and oblivious, desperate and oddly noble. It’s not just his funniest work to date — it’s his most emotionally layered.
The world of Fior di Latte is a character in itself: crumbling walk-ups, dust-choked apartments, and subway cars soaked in malaise. Cinematographer Thimios Bakatakis (The Lobster, The Killing of a Sacred Deer) renders these spaces with a grainy richness, casting New York as a liminal zone between reality and memory. The more Mark loses himself to the scent, the more the film blurs the boundaries between dream and waking life.
Fior di Latte - courtesy of Tribeca
Flashbacks to his Italian summer punctuate the narrative with sun-drenched longing. They’re as stylized and curated as Mark’s nostalgia itself, making it increasingly clear that what he remembers may not have ever existed in the way he believes. It’s a clever narrative maneuver that asks: are we chasing memories, or fantasies disguised as them?
Ercoli’s script — equal parts absurdist and elegiac — mines this tension with quiet brilliance. There’s pathos in Mark’s unraveling, but the film never begs for our sympathy. Instead, it lets us sit with him in discomfort, watching as he alienates the people around him in pursuit of something long gone. Heidecker, miraculously, keeps us tethered. Even in moments of utter delusion, he locates the vulnerability within the absurdity. His performance is a dance of contradictions — every smirk hiding a wound, every gag disguising grief.
POPULAR ON THE CINEMA GROUP
The supporting cast shines in their eccentricity without ever overshadowing Heidecker’s gravitational pull. Kevin Kline channels a deranged Willy Wonka energy as a perfumer who operates like an underground myth. Julia Fox, playing a version of herself, offers a surreal dose of self-awareness that further blurs fiction and reality. Gershon’s scenes are limited but impactful — each character acting as a mirror to Mark’s unraveling.
Fior di Latte - courtesy of Tribeca
Fior di Latte ultimately asks how long we can live in the past before the present becomes uninhabitable. It’s a film about addiction — not to a substance, but to memory itself. Mark isn’t chasing a high; he’s chasing a feeling, a fleeting emotional imprint. And as the perfume dwindles, so does his grasp on the here and now. This descent is where the film finds its emotional core. While it begins with oddball antics and visual flights of fancy, its landing is quiet, grounded, and bittersweet.
Not everything lands with perfect precision. A few segments meander and the pacing dips in the final stretch, but these are forgivable flaws in a film this singular. It’s a debut brimming with promise — a filmmaker using humor not just to entertain but to excavate.
Fior di Latte is a film that sneaks up on you. What begins as a quirky character study evolves into a meditation on grief, self-delusion, and the stories we tell ourselves to keep moving forward. It’s weird. It’s moving. It lingers.
RATING: ★★★★☆
