I can still vividly recall the booing that erupted after the first screening of “Rumble Fish” at the New York Film Festival in 1983. The audible negative response was shocking to me, not only because I thought the film was striking, but because a contingent of the cast and crew of the Francis Ford Coppola film was in the house at Lincoln Center, presumably expecting to hear cheers and wild applause for the surreal, black-and-white film adapted from the S.E.