THE oddball Belgian comedy “L’Iceberg” is a cool way to take your mind off climate change.

Fiona (Fiona Gordon), the manager of a fast-food eatery, accidentally gets locked overnight in the walk-in freezer. Her husband and two kids go on about their lives, not the least bit interested in why she didn’t return to their cookie-cutter suburban house.

Fiona survives, but she’s a different person. She’s suddenly obsessed with cold things. One day she leaves home, intent on seeing an iceberg, and hooks up with a deaf sailor on the way.

“L’Iceberg” was directed by three of its actors, Gordon, Dominique Abel and Bruno Romy. They keep dialogue to a minimum and slapstick comedy (think Jacques Tati mixed with Buster Keaton) to a maximum.

Gordon and Abel (who delivers one of the longest yawns in screen history) are howls as husband and wife. Their long, lean buddies seem custom-made for slapstick humor. Keaton would approve.

L’ICEBERG
In French, with English subtitles. Running time: 84 minutes. Not rated (inoffensive nudity). At the Cinema Village, 12th Street, east of Fifth Avenue.