I contributed $10 to the whopping $3 million Inception made from its midnight screenings on Thursday night. I checked out the new Alamo Drafthouse on Loop 410 in San Antonio. I don’t know if it was the beer, the greasy popcorn, or the movie itself, but I spent the whole two and a half hours perched on the edge of my leather seat.

The movie never let you rest. Each minute, each exchange of dialogue, was expository. The sets were beautiful, the CGI was impressive, and the actors were right on their mark. I really enjoyed Joseph Gordon-Levitt in this film. It seemed like a completely different role from what I’ve previously seen him in. From what I remember he was always that dorky, off-beat kid with a squeaky voice. In this movie he was smooth and professional, and he pulled it off well. I didn’t care for Ellen Page, however. It could be because of her lines or her flat character, but I didn’t find her believable. Her relationship with the main character, Cobb, was inexplicably simple. I wanted to see more of their connection to explain why Cobb would let her in after he hid his secrets from everyone else in his inner circle.

But that’s what I wanted from the movie in general: more. I left the theater amazed, hoping there was a novel or a series of novels behind it. Unfortunately there is not, it was written and directed by Christopher Nolan. Even though it was a compact film for the amount of information and action, Inception is fascinating concept and visually stimulating.