The dynamic engine of midseason-long murder nights are lovely and suspenseful and, yes, those massive reveal episodes have me throwing all sorts of electronics and food across my studio apartment when the big bombs go off. Wrapping on season two of How to Get Away with Murder, the little Shondaland show that found its homicidal footing among sister series’ Grey’s Anatomy and Scandal.
When was the last time your professor told you that you were garbage? When was the last time that same professor unofficially renamed your intro-level course to “How To Get Away With Murder” and repeated the phrase throughout the semester, as if daring you to do so?
