In the Philippines, where I was born and raised, Pinoy Westerns were the rage, with all the idioms, gestures, and tropes of the American originals transplanted onto native soil.
The fact that Filipinos cowboys giddyapping past coconut trees seemed normal was less a testament to Philippine cinematic acumen than the power the originator had over us. America was in the air, in the water, in our heads.
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