Happy Face

I watched without knowing anything about the real crime. It seems people are just low balling this because it's not an accurate documentary. I watched for what it is intended to be, thriller entertainment and I felt each episode made me want to watch the next. They go through so many people that could be the killer but you don't know until the end and that made it extra enticing for me. I felt the acting was good and the end of each episode made me want to start the next which is what you want from a good show. If you simply watch for a thrilling entertainment based on a serial killer I don't think you'll be disappointed. If you're a crime hound wanting a true to life documentary this is not for you.

Some actors I find a bit questionable and cringe but everytime Dennis is on the screen he nails his character and I even sometimes get chills. He does the creepiness and the quick change of emotions really well. You can tell he really took the time to prepare for his character. I think the actress playing Melissa can feel unserious and quirky at times but in a good way if that's the role she was meant to play.

Definitely give this show a chance - it feels alot lighter than other true crime series and i was hesitant at first but I'm glad I started the first episode and then after I was hooked!

The series focuses less on the killer himself and more on the emotional wreckage his crimes have left behind for family members and victims. Annaleigh Ashford portrays Melissa with jittery vigilance, while Dennis Quaid triggers unease as the cold-eyed father with just a few glances.

The early episodes weave 1990s flashbacks together with a present-day investigation into an alleged new victim. Media frenzy, police work, and family trauma intersect, backed by a nervous score and high-contrast visuals that set warm home footage against chilly interrogation rooms.

Mid-season, however, the pacing sags. Sub-plots involving Melissa's daughter Hazel and journalist Ben feel stretched, as though the writers needed to pad out eight hours; episode 5 in particular bogs down in therapy sessions that rehash already familiar ground. Even so, the core question-does Jesperson really have another victim?-remains compelling enough to keep watching.

Strengths include the chemistry between Ashford and Quaid and the show's unflinching portrayal of violence's aftermath: no voyeuristic murder flashbacks, but rather nightmares, silence at the dinner table, and a podcast scene that neatly skewers the true-crime boom. Weaknesses are the uneven tempo, occasional tonal jolts between family drama and police procedural, and underdeveloped supporting characters.

All told, "Happy Face" delivers solid true-crime entertainment: atmospheric, thematically ambitious, yet occasionally sluggish. The plot maintains enough tension through the finale and resolves the central relationship convincingly without reinventing the genre.

This series starts with a promising concept and an engaging atmosphere. However, the overall experience is significantly undermined by the illogical and inconsistent behavior of the main characters - they often make decisions that feel forced or completely unreasonable. On top of that, the constant use of shaky hand-held camera work becomes genuinely irritating. It's not used to enhance realism or tension, but rather seems to be a stylistic choice that adds nothing and only distracts. These two major issues prevent the show from reaching its full potential, despite the good premise and decent acting.

The title pulled me in. The premise - a serial killer's daughter hiding her identity - had weight, tension, something dark and promising. And with Analeigh Ashford in the lead, I figured it had the bones to go somewhere. Episode 1 delivered. It leaned into the paranoia, the fear, the secrets.

Then the show took a wrong turn. The original premise faded, replaced by a routine detective drama padded with forgettable side characters and even more forgettable subplots. Melissa, once a compelling center, spirals into something shrill and exhausting. Her husband - a blank. Her daughter - unbearable.

But Dennis Quaid. He does something almost supernatural. As the serial killer - the actual murderer - he becomes the only one you want to watch. Charming, calm, and razor-sharp, he commands every scene with a twisted campy elegance. Somehow, he turns the monster into the magnet. You don't just understand him. You root for him.

It's a masterclass in subversion. The killer becomes the hero. Everyone else fades. And by the end, you realize the most dangerous man in the story is the only one worth following.