Lately there’s this sweet, bordering on obnoxious appreciation of all things Silent in the air, courtesy of The Artist‘s runaway box office success. Cultural commentators are looking back fondly at the good old days of silent film, simply because a quite good silent film has proved the effect of the legacy it came out of–by virtue of its being made in the present day. Why things need to be made in the present to have relevancy, I’ll never know. But one thing is for sure: the extremely ill-advised action of making every famous person’s life into a musical (started in the ’50s) remains ill-advised, even in this enlightened age. The Charlie Chaplin musical–announced for the 2012-13 season on Broadway–will most likely fare no different. What can we expect from a musical about the one icon of the silent era who has never quite receeded into the background? Hopefully no more Robert Downey Jr.-like antics or reprises of the role. And one can only hope they won’t try to make some kind of musical number out of a Keystone Kop routine.