My need for escape persists, so I’ve started turning to movies I wouldn’t normally choose from my Netflix queue for diversion, figuring that “mind candy equals increased tranquility.” Abandoning the usual angst-ridden foreign films, I suffered through Kevin Spacey as Bobby Darin (oy), “The Grand Budapest Hotel” and the latest Tom Clancy Jack Ryan iteration (an improbable script with dubious performances). Still, I remain entertainment starved, though I haven’t resorted to taking refuge in the Kardashians! Thank God “Project Runway” has seen fit to launch season 13. Hand me the scissors, please! To cut some fabric, not my wrists, silly.