Rachel Dratch’s Son Was Not Impressed by SNL’s Debbie Downer

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Published on November 24, 2021

Rachel Dratch talks about showing her son SNL Debbie Downer sketches, working on the holiday parody film A Clüsterfünke Christmas and the cliché romantic comedy plots within.

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  • Laura 1 year ago

    The one summer where it’s actually hot in Vancouver

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  • New Message 1 year ago

    How many elves had to die to mine all the tinsel for that dress?

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  • Robert Piekosz 1 year ago

    I love Dratch

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  • Gretchen Reilly 1 year ago

    I’m the literal Debbie Downer

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  • Ezel Francisco 1 year ago

    Praise be Wanda Joe. Let’s give her our seed

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  • Antonio Jones 1 year ago

    That’s funny – Dratch’s portrayal of Debbie Downer was so good, it even underwhelmed her son. WHAH, Whah, whah.

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  • Luc 1 year ago

    The people demand a reprise of Debbie Downer, especially now!

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  • Gaurav Vikalp 1 year ago

    Dratch is my all time favourite! Debbie downer is one of the best sketches

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  • Barry Lyndon 1 year ago

    Rachel dratch’s beauty… “There is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness in the proportion.” – Edgar Allan Poe… reminds me so much always of my honeymoon in las vegas I won progressive slots jackpot 12,947.68$US d 2am couldn’t sleep golden nugget casino vegas… they paid me in small crumpled bills cash 2 quarters 1 dime 8 dirty nasty pennies in a big paper bag begrudgingly… I took it upstairs in an elevator of course dumped it on my sleeping new wife… her name beverly… like hills… brownest chocolate eyeball orbs and massive breasts plus smart as hell… only woman i ever truly loved… on the king size bed beneath purple vegas strip night mood lighting…

    … we had mindblowing sex ordered room service steak lobsters champagne chocolate mousses… the next morning we went to ceasars i cant spell caesaers apparently palace casino I bought her a 1st edition book signed by author of gone with the wind and myself a pair of Ray Charles dark as hell ray ban sunglasses worn by Leonard Cohen perfect for hiding high eyes and then we saw Little Richard live and smoked some dank cheeba mary jane spliffs as the sunset fell and waxed poetic or whatnot and listened to Oasis Definitely Maybe album on repeat which she called a total f*** album while making sweet sweet love overlooking panorama neon city lights…

    … later she told me she fell in love with me because I had “mod” hair and introduced her to Oasis music… which I’m fine with… gonna listen to”Oasis Acquiescence Live Maine Road ’96” again and smoke this hookah and sip this bourbon on the rug in front of the fireplace in my plush bathrobe while it snows outside and think about love lost and won and how life comes and goes on massive waves of serendipitous phantasmagoria…

    … cause this live seth viddy interview sparks many visions to wake to from literally falling asleep on saturday and waking up just now and its monday me thinks maybe wednesday who knows and i dont know if sunday even happened…

    … except i had this dream about being in texas and the sky was dark blue like a quasar reptilian and the moon was crimson red like a maroon velveteen rabbit and it was miles of nothing all around just me in this big giant old car with no windows and i was in the backseat which was just this giant plush arabesque purple couch kinda seat you just sunk into like a madagascar rooftop hookah at the witching hour…

    … and the car was driving down this two lane blacktop country road and all I could see was headlights on the pavement with the road stripes and the occasional armadillo rattlesnake roadkill and only beyond my vision of the road which was maybe 20 ft ahead of the car was just this gargantuan black nothingness like how i imagine an intergalactular black hole might look if i was floating around space in a beaver hunting canoe like tom hardy in the revenant…

    … and i was holding this bottle of jack daniels in one hand and my hashpipe in the other and my whole body felt weightless and numb like when your leg goes to sleep and you cant move and there was this smell like roadside gas station bbq and the radio was playing one of those really long vibey lofi mixes like ruby haunt’s blue hour album stream and then up ahead was this old dark farmhouse in the distance and the road turned to dirt and gravel and you could see the dirt in clouds behind the car through the back window as the car drove faster and faster and nobody was driving the car the red floating steering wheel just sorta went back and forth on its own…

    … and I was just smashed back deeper and deeper all the way back inside the back seat couch so that the front seat seemed farther and farther away and in the distance I could hear a chainsaw and a girl wearing short shorts swinging on a lawn swing all creaky the chain like squeak squeak squeaking away and the further I sunk in it was like I was below the ground in a pit or a grave and the world seemed like it was looking down on me in the darkness through this tiny open dot that seemed to be a mile away or an inch away depending on your lack of depth perception and double vision…

    … and then I woke up and it was monday which is today and right now and I was listening to this video and there was two dudes playing slap jacks while drinking huckleberry wine from mason jars while wearing cowboy hats and in a way im kinda glad I skipped sunday because sunday is like one too many days ya know its like monday sure tuesday okay wednesday whatever thursday alright friday mos def saturday hell yeah sunday meh…

    … and tha friggin spacestuff molecules like dots go bang bang form matter matter cool matter live amoeba ta fish ta frog ta fowl ta monkey ta mammal ta man quid pro quo amo amas amat sprinkle on cheese leave on grill ad infinitum memento mori in pace requisat or whatnot reunited and it feels so go oo ood…

    … its like Billy Bragg says… your face at the window and my hair on the floor I was thinking of you all winter long while I was locked in my room your face at the window and my hair on the floor and the phone rang all night long to tell me I was wrong and I watched while the officer wrote all their ages down cause strange things happen when you’re not around our love is so strong it moves objects in my house magical moments have found their way back home…

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  • Countfoscolikesmice 1 year ago

    reboot Salem Rogers: Model of the Year 1998!!!

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  • Katherene Wedic 1 year ago

    A 7 minute interview? Why not 20?

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  • Chris Cairns 1 year ago

    Comedy genius. 👏🏻👏🏻

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  • Clemens Lüer 1 year ago

    As a half German, half Austrian I appreciate the self correction on the umlauts. But, in this case shouldn’t it be called kraut work instead of crowd work?

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  • H.H. Knight Reviews 1 year ago

    Shiny!
    Like a treasure from a sunken pirate wreck.
    Scrub the deck, and make it look…
    Shiny!
    I will sparkle like a wealthy woman’s neck.
    Just a sec!

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  • Koral Davis 1 year ago

    Isn’t she the cutest?

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  • Sea of Tranquility 1 year ago

    Never really noticed before but ‘Groundhog Day’ is the ultimate Hallmark movie.

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  • I Play One On T.V. 1 year ago

    Sounds like “The Andy Griffith” show. If Hallmark doesn’t like this movie they’re just dumb.

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  • biodigital jazz 1 year ago

    Personally I’ve always been attracted to Rachel Dratch because you know that the girls who don’t get a lot of attention are usually better in bed and the pretty girls just lay there and look pretty no thanks

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  • bubblesezblonde 1 year ago

    she s the BEST ….and she is right her interviews always go so fast….

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  • Laurel Viguera 1 year ago

    Thanks for keeping us laughing all the way. PS I can’t stand those movies-something for everyone 😅

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