The interview with the screenwriter shows once again that the creators of a story aren’t always the best interpreters of that story. If that’s what he really thinks.I suspect he knows better, but doesn’t want to sound pompous. Compared to the images actually presented on screen, there is no way this is a happy ending, not even for Brynn.
Throughout the first two acts she fights like hell to survive what is essentially a home invasion. Or we might say she fights like Ripley, displaying toughness, resourcefulness, determination, and that uber-human skill, inventive violence. Good for her. I always root for the humans.
Unlike Ripley, however, killing a big bad hive-queen-looking thing isn’t enough. She’s overwhelmed by the aliens’s numbers and technology. She experiences a classic abduction, lifted in a beam of light to an alien ship where the invaders can have their way with her. The next morning she wakes up in a perfect Laura Ashley world, where everyone is goofily happy. Norman Rockwell has more grit and less sentimentality in his paintings than what’s in Brynn’s new existence.
Before I say what it all obviously means, let me note that there is no reason to assume that Brynn is the sole living person in town. There’s nothing to distinguish her from the others. What’s happened is the aliens have altered the humans, Brynn included, to level personality difference, removing individual free will.
The moral of the movie is that no matter how hard you fight, or how lucky you seem to be now and then, in the end we are all fucked. In the sense that we all suffer the defeat of death, for one thing, but a lot more besides. Human life is full of pain and boredom and fear and anguish, with occasional bursts of joy. Many of us carry a feeling of blood guilt, as Brynn does, except that most are born with it.
In other words, this movie has profound things to say about the human condition, and it says them with great feeling in a movie of almost no dialogue.
Getting back to the nuts and bolts, the aliens could think themselves benevolent, taking away our agency so we can live in a perfectly peaceful world, not grasping how much we love—need—our misery and conflict and struggle. Hell, without these, human existence has no savor, no meaning.
More likely, they have no compassion for us. They’re turning the planet into a big audio animatronic Disney World for purposes of their own