Most visceral, I'd be breaking the rules of the forum if I said...but it starts with Jagged Little...and the movie was terrible, Suspect Zero.
Saw "the Village" when it came out unfortunately. Drove from Buffalo to Keuka Lake to do a wine trail with my GF at the time. Got back to the B&B about 6PM and said, now what? Well, there's a movie theater not far. Not far was an hour away. I have no clue where I am, so we get out and its pouring rain, 11 at night. That hour drive turned into a 2-hour white knuckle gripping the steering wheel because the roads where one lane and it was pretty scary. I could barely see between the rain, the oncoming headlights and not knowing where I was. We get back to the B&B relieved, and there's a bar. We walk in, the music stops like a Pee-Wee Herman movie, and everyone screw faces us, we left. Terrible experience, I'd rather have jumped in the lake.
So, the two really visceral experiences of movies that I can remember (besides drinking a beer ball before going to see Jurassic Park) didn't really involve the movie at all, but who is counting?