The Tip of the Iceberg

Jacob Richardson | 18/04/2017

The Tip of the Iceberg is a vapid, toothless corporate thriller – bereft of any definitive visual style or a compelling narrative, it is an emphatically poor example of what makes Spanish cinema excellent.

Directed by David Canovas, The Tip of The Iceberg tells the story of a business analyst who investigates a series of suicides at her company at the behest of her CEO. After the deaths of three employees, all of whom took their own lives, Sofia Cuevas (Maribel Verdu) travels to their branch of the company to discover why, exactly, this branch is such a hotbed of suicidal tendencies.


The trouble with the story Canovas tracks is that it is relatively disinteresting. There is nothing new, or innovative in the plot – we’ve seen it all before. Compared to something like Arbitrage, it’s utterly derivative. Perhaps Canovas should be commended for being able to drag a full movie out of this non-existent “plot”, or perhaps he should be vilified for it.


Nevertheless, it’s not the story that has the most to answer for, it’s the way that it’s told. The cinematography, editing, acting and direction in The Tip of The Iceberg are all amateurish. Whether it’s a weirdly cut together board room scene at the end, the passionless, corporate lack of colour that saps any interest from the tale, or the array of ham fisted actors who butcher what little credible dialogue there is, The Tip of The Iceberg is a masterclass in how to make a film disinteresting.


There are a few redeeming factors, and it’s clear that somewhere, deep down, there might actually be a story here that could be interesting. Nevertheless, by the end of this tepid wasteland where good films go to die, you’ll be confronted with one of the worst endings of the year – a brief moment of the basest film tropes that will confirm your fears regarding what you just watched; that it is irretrievably, farcically bad.


The definition of ‘not worth your time’, The Tip of The Iceberg takes a nugget of interesting story and turns it into a movie as bland and punishing as the barren corporate landscape it tries to depict.