Given that Mark Wahlberg's career has really, truly taken off, moving both into comedy with The Other Guys and back into Oscar territory with The Fighter, I sort of doubt he and the rest of the gang will ever get back together to make The Brazilian Job. A sequel to The Italian Job was never strictly necessary, from a narrative or any other standpoint, but in that moment when Ocean's Eleven squeezed so much fun out of a light caper movie with a sophisticated cast, it would have been diverting. And more importantly, it might have given Jason Statham the opportunity, nay, required him, to be something other than grimly determined:
I still need to see The Bank Job at some point (is Statham only allowed to express emotion in movies with "job" in the title?), but even thought what he's been given to do is somewhat limited, the man has a body he can put to other uses than mayhem, and an ironical, winning smile. It's dull watching him stride away from explosions and fight people all the time—he's beyond aplomb and into boredom:
Maybe he can teach Ben Foster how to walk away from gas station conflagrations with his mouth set and his sunglasses firmly in place, and then go on to other things? And no, voicing Tybalt in the animated movie Gnomeo and Juliet doesn't count.