Don't really think so. We've not associated America with cowboys since cowboy movies died as a genre in the seventies, and even then, an Italian director aced the game with They Call me Trinity and Trinity is Still My Name - two great, comedic, spaghetti westerns.
Lots and lots of nothing, too.
To answer your other question about the great American cliches (the equivalent of Paul Hogan):
- loud, obnoxious American tourists in Hawaiian shirts, usually Californians,
- Texans wearing hats with the brims turned up at the side so they can sit three abreast in a pick-up truck,
- large, obnoxious American tourists in... wait, that's all we see here, being bussed around from cruise ships, looking for kangaroos and koalas.
There's a reason behind the drop-bear mythology, the way it's developed - it's to make the place quieter.
I lived in Canberra for a decade - leaving work every summer evening, there would be a herd of twenty or thirty roos lounging around on the grass between the building and the car-park.
It's what we call car wreck repairers - back in the day many steel body parts were just hammered back into shape, hence "panel beating".
She knows nothing about Oz that she's not been taught, but she's a quick learn, and recognises great rock-n-roll when she hears it.
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Uh, on second thoughts, pass me the pork back ribs, guys. The cooked ones... I'm not THAT chinese.
I have to see if Australia has anything similar. If they do, it's in my story and don't be shy. Take it and use it with my compliments....
We had to do cultural assimilation with some of the local groups as part of a mining operation. A week in the bush living a traditional lifestyle. There are a few things that taste like greasy chicken. Bungarra (race horse goanna) is probably the better of them. Witchetty Grubs or Bardi Grubs taste like cheese sauce. Warm is better than straight up. Kangaroo is pretty gamey depending on the parts.
