What he saw? I thought that she was just doing what he had asked, providing them with hope.
The author said that he always loved medusa. That’s what I was thinking of when I watched it but as Medusa representing nihilism.
Medusa has sometimes appeared as representing notions of scientific determinism and nihilism, especially in contrast with romantic idealism.
It was over the wine in Mouquin's. Said he: "The profoundest instinct in man is to war against the truth; that is, against the Real. He shuns facts from his infancy. His life is a perpetual evasion. Miracle, chimera and to-morrow keep him alive. He lives on fiction and myth. It is the Lie that makes him free. Animals alone are given the privilege of lifting the veil of Isis; men dare not. The animal, awake, has no fictional escape from the Real because he has no imagination. Man, awake, is compelled to seek a perpetual escape into Hope, Belief, Fable, Art, God, Socialism, Immortality, Alcohol, and Love. From Medusa-Truth he makes an appeal to Maya-Lie.
— Jack London, The Mutiny of the Elsinore
In "Life Itself," Abby comes up with an idea for her thesis paper—an unreliable narrator. She says that the only reliable narrator is life itself but life itself is also a completely unreliable narrator because it’s misdirecting and always misleading us. It’s impossible to predict where it’s going to go next. Her thesis is LIFE as the ultimate unreliable narrator.
She dies but Will can’t accept the truth. He constructs a story believing that she just left him and he’s trying to figure out why. He questions the accuracy of his memory. Was it biased? Was she really unhappy? Was he smothering her? Did he push her into marriage and into having a baby that she wasn’t ready for?
His therapist asked him to tell her about that day—the day that she left. He realizes then that she died when she was hit by a bus but the baby lived. His therapist tells him what happened. He says, "Okay," but then says, "No, he doesn't like that story. He doesn't want to be here anymore." Right there in front of his therapist, he takes his own life.
I don’t know which direction the author of Bird Box will take in the future, but if it was me, I’d go with the
nihilism.