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

(screenplays available upon request)

Near Dark (TV Show, SciFi) Creator & Writer
Sci-fi mystery series; pilot circulating in US/UK market (2025)
Saint Johnny (Feature, Horror Comedy) Screenwriter
Semi-Finalist, Austin Film Festival; optioned by LA studio (2024)
Wait for Me (Feature, Crime Comedy) Screenwriter
Semi-Finalist, Austin Film Festival 2024
Strati (Audio Drama Historical Noir) Writer & Director
Commissioned by Italian Cultural Authority (2024)
The Secret Seas of Puglia (Audio Drama) Writer & Director
Commissioned by Puglia Region & EU CoHeN Program (2023)
The Venetian (Audio Drama) Head Writer & Director
Acquired by Leading UK media company; 10-episode arc (2022)
Trigger Warning (Short Film) Writer & Director
Award-winning; screened internationally, including Rio de Janeiro and Tokyo (2019)
Dead Men Naked (Literary Urban Fantasy Novel) Writer
Indie bestseller praised in the US literary scene; Italian translation in progress (2017)
Of Life, Death, Aliens and Zombies (Short Story Anthology) Writer
Features published in The Galway Review, San Francisco Review of Books, and more (2016)

About

Dario Cannizzaro is a writer and director working across TV, film, and audio, known for high-concept stories about the forgotten, the invisible, and the beautifully strange, always with a dose of dark humor and a philosophical edge.Born in Italy and based in Ireland, before writing full time Dario has worked as a longshoreman, dishwasher, socks salesman, book delivery guy, grocery store clerk, electrician, traveling salesman, and Apple Engineer.He is also the author of the Urban Fantasy bestseller Dead Men Naked.

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