I enjoyed it.
Love Jake, but he was miscast, or at least he missed. He didn't capture the simmering anger and depression the character was supposed to convey. The actor who shined the most was Billy Magnussen as the antagonist. He seems to be gold in pretty much everything I've ever seen him in.
The movie did well to keep its foot to the pedal because the script didn't make any sense at all. Why in the hell didn't the owner of The Road House want to sell? What was her motivation to avoid that huge payday and all this headache? Yes, I understand your uncle had to persevere to prevail as the owner of his own business in the Civil Rights era south, but the movie never connected the establishment itself to carrying any specific legacy of that political movement. It also didn't establish any feud-rooted resentment in the ancestry between her uncle and the antagonist's family. And I never understood why I was supposed to care about the "Glass Key". What made this stretch of beach sacred? What was sacrificed? What was stolen? If I'm supposed to hate some rich guy because he leverages drug money to build it up, to make a real change for the greater prosperity, uh, I don't. At least he's building.
Strangely, I found the thing I loved most about the movie was the cinematography. I didn't expect Liman to bring his Michael Mann game. I was never a painter, so I never noticed this or cared as much as kids with backgrounds in art, but it was impossible not to notice how Liman created a theme around blues, blacks, and yellows. The beach, the water, the lights against the canvas of the night. It was beautiful.