(Aside: two other local connections, both Jim Schutze related. Stahl starred in Bully, based on Schutze’s book of the same name, and — unless my memory is failing me — that yellow muscle car in the White Pants poster (click that link) belongs to Schutze. I swear he drove it to the Observer office at one point.)

Hope he turns up soon, and safe.

On Wednesday, James told MSNBC’s Chuck Todd: “We didn’t hire a PR firm.” But when Todd pressed the issue, noting that James had indeed hired Spaeth Communications, James acknowledged that he had. “There are PR firms for what I needed,” he said. “We needed somebody who could represent us.”

Wayne Slater guesses James was trying to differentiate between hiring Spaeth’s company before getting Mike Leach fired at Texas Tech (when most people disliked him), rather than afterward (when everyone disliked him). Anyway, I look forward to his forthcoming book with Robert Jeffress, Breaking Satan’s Tackles: Craig James on Faith, Football, Faith, and Failure.

Anyway, Jacques “Bunky” Vroom III (who recently returned to Dallas) co-produced the film. Kelly and Wade McClure and Stuart Fitts are investors. I know at least one husband of one managing editor who will be watching this one. Here’s the trailer.

Speaking of, Nana’s Media Bar+ Grill hosts another beer week event worth checking out: Boulevard Brewing Co.’s Boss Tom’s Golden Bock. The beer is four bucks, Boulevard cicerone Jeremiah Wallis will be there, and chef Anthony Bombaci created the small plate menu to pair with it perfectly. This would be better, of course, if they planned to pour additional Boulevard brews, but beggers, choosers, yada yada. If you’re not feeling like beer, you should join ShopTalk’s own Raya Ramsey at DISH tonight. She’s locked in a friendly cocktail battle with a few other media types.

I say friendly, but you should know by now that we’re a competitive bunch here at D Magazine headquarters. She’s in it to win it. So go, try the restaurant’s newest cocktails, and vote for your favorite—which will of course be Raya’s concoction, the Jasmine Garden. Raya has all the ingredients here, but it’s made with gin, which means I’m sold.

Over in Fair Park, the Ochre House starts previews for Cicerone tonight, and you can still get tickets. It’s Matthew Posey’s adaptation of Henry Miller’s semi-autobiographical Tropic of Cancer, almost definitely the least sexy book mostly about sex every written (Close second: 50 Shades of Grey?). Posey plays Miller as an older man reflecting, through rose-tinted glasses, on his past life in the City of Light. The reality of 1930s Paris is somewhat more sordid than his romantic tales imply. This probably goes without saying, but leave the kids at home.

For more to do this evening, go here.

Yup.

Deion Has to Pay Pilar $10,500 a Month in Child Support. He also has to pay $3,500 a month for the house and $275,000 in attorney fees. Of course, Pilar had originally asked for $24,000 a month to pay for her schooling, photos, and grooming. It’s all for the children, she claims. Right.

Denton Girl Wins National Handwriting Contest. Yes, you read that correctly—there is a national contest for handwriting. I appreciate the art of good handwriting. And so does the Immaculate Conception Catholic School, which has a handwriting wall of fame and a writing championship in seventh-grader Lauren Will.

That, friends, is the sort of compassionate conservatism that will make the country great once again. Mark your ballots accordingly.