Years later, I still get butterflies in my stomach right before a movie starts, giddy with anticipation of the action to come. And after a years’ worth of laughing, crying, gasping, and cheering at the movies, the Academy Awards are my Super Bowl, my World Series. I gather with friends for food and drink as dresses are scrutinized, nominees judged, and victors announced. At my party this year, I’ll be serving the same drink New York City restaurant Daniel will have on offer: The Red Carpet, a sophisticated, frothy concoction of vodka, tangy bergamot juice, pear jam, and fiery ginger. It’s a rich, transportive cocktail—a perfect accompaniment to the rich, transportive world of the movies.