To describe the setup of "Sparrows Dance" is to risk alienating audiences fatigued by too-quirky characters and low-budget contrivance. In one corner, we have an unnamed, severely agoraphobic actress; in the other, a saxophone-playing, poetry-writing plumber. Between them lies a tiny New York City apartment and a mental-health problem as vast as a football field. Yet Mr. Buschel, armed with an ear for diverting dialogue and actors who know how to sell it, somehow makes it all work.
August 22, 2013