On a sunny Monday last June, when Timothy Mucciante, who had been attempting still another re-invention of his already varied and complicated 61-year-old life, this go-around as a film producer, received a crisp e-mail announcing he’d been fired, he was not surprised.
In a fit of pique, he’d “turned off the spigot of money” funding the pre-production expenses of Lucky, a film based on Alice Sebold’s 1999 memoir, a piercing nonfiction account of her vicious rape as a college freshman and the subsequent trial of her assailant, which had sold more than a million copies.
