Some movies end with a sequel tease that feels like a promise. Others end with a sequel tease that spends the next two decades staring at fans from a distance and refusing to explain itself. This one very much belongs in the second category. Guy Ritchie’s crime caper arrived with an incredibly good cast, gangsters, stolen paintings, double-crosses, rock stars, Russian billionaires, and enough swagger to power a small London borough. It also closed by telling audiences that the story wasn’t over, and naturally, everyone is still waiting for that sequel, nearly two decades later.