When we meet acquaintances Angela (Danielle Lester) and Gabe (Drew Jensen), they are trapped in a coffee shop and "monsters are about to devour their souls." Angela has made a deal with Lilith (Alyssa Wyspianski), a ’90s body glitter-loving demon (who is also maybe a genie?). All three are playing mind games.
The Iceberg is an hour-long, tedious, convoluted mess based on Freud’s iceberg model which, as Gabe helpfully mansplains to Angela later on, posits that 10 per cent of the mind is conscious while 90 per cent of the mind is unconscious. The unconscious brain influences our conscious brain without our awareness. (Gabe is a poet, you see, which makes him uniquely qualified to lecture on metaphors.)
The overly ambitious premise is unserved by a weak, non-committal script coupled with one-note characters one struggles to care about. Watching The Iceberg is like watching children re-enact a demonic Days of Our Lives plot with Barbies.
— Jen Zoratti