Dario Cannizzaro

writer - screenwriter - director

I write stories about the weird; the space between the possible and the impossible; the beautifully odd.
Often with dark humor, and always with a philosophical spin.

© Dario Cannizzaro. All rights reserved.

Selected WORK

wanna read? ask and I shall provide!

NEAR DARK | TV Pilot, Sci-Fi Thriller
As Earth’s rotation slows and long nights awaken violence and visions, seven strangers chase a cryptic device through a collapsing world, searching for the prophet who saw it coming.
Completed pilot | Seeking representationSAINT JOHNNY | Feature, Horror-Comedy
A faith-lost Priest teams up with his eccentric church helper to fight the demonic presence that made the dead priests before him return to life – and accomplish his very first Miracle.
Austin Film Festival SemiFinalist | Under shopping agreement 2023–2024WAIT FOR ME | Feature, Crime Comedy
Two small-time thugs mess up a routine job and inadvertently trigger a deadly clash between their rival Irish mafia families, exposing a forbidden love affair at the heart of the feud.
Austin Film Festival QuarterfinalistTHE SECRET SEAS OF PUGLIA | Audio Drama
An Italian mystery blending myth and history—now streaming on Spotify.
Commissioned | Produced 2023

About

I write what keeps me up at night—stories about the forgotten, the invisible, and the beautifully strange, always with a dose of dark humor and a philosophical edge. My screenplays have been optioned, streamed, and placed at the Austin Film Festival. I’m also the author of the best-selling novel Dead Men Naked.Formerly a Solutions Engineer at Apple, I now write full time from Ireland—working with and mentored by David Aaron Cohen (Friday Night Lights, The Devil's Own).When I’m not writing, you’ll find me surfing the Irish coast or plotting my next film over espresso.

Contact

Contact me to request a script to read-- or just to chat.

Thank you.

here's a poem.

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.- W.B. Yeats