The camera pans slowly across Ipanema Beach as the setting sun sparkles off the emerald Atlantic and bathes the statue atop Corcovado Mountain in its golden glow. The saccharine strains of Jane Birkin and Serge Gainsbourg's "Je t'aime" swell in the background as the camera zooms in to a closeup of Boogerlips and Amycox, arms entwined as they stand in the sand -- Boogerlips, snot dribbling proudly down his chin, a teenage Aqualung, Amycox, her pneumatic feminine pulchritude spilling out of an impossibly small G string. They turn to kiss. Offscreen, an unseen conga line of Rio Carnival revelers sings "Take me out to the ballgame" in drunken Portuguese. It is a love story for the ages, and it transcends time, nationality, culture, gender and possibly even species. Their lips meet, and the screen fades slowly to black.