Maine: Wet Hot American Summer (2001)
Even without the Netflix revival, Camp Firewood was a place we all wanted to call home, if only for one magical, fridge-humping summer long since past.
Maryland: The Blair Witch Project (1999)
With respect to Maryland's Step Up, no movie made people so scared to go into the woods as Blair Witch. Except maybe Into the Woods. But that was out of fear of encountering Johnny Depp in a zoot suit.
Massachusetts: Jaws (1975)
The Departed had Jack Nicholson with a gigantic dildo. Only Jaws could rob that shit of its frightening iconography. The theme from Steven Spielberg’s defining moment beats the shit out of the Dropkick Murphys any day.
Michigan: Grosse Pointe Blank (1997)
Most of my home state’s iconic movies are either based on misery (Roger & Me, Anatomy of a Murder), real people (Tucker: A Man and His Dream, 8 Mile), Will Ferrell in a stupid wig (Semi-Pro), being vastly overrated (Gran Torino), or Yooper eccentricities foreign to all but the ice-fishing elite (Escanaba in da Moonlight). And while The Crow technically takes place in Detroit, it appears to have been filmed inside a Hot Topic employee’s sketch book. Which leads us to the delightful Grosse Pointe Blank, which manages to at once be a hitman flick, a romantic comedy, and a throwback to the joys of the ‘80s, all while providing Dan Aykroyd some much needed work. Your move, Michael Moore.