You’d think that the cast of NBC’s Saturday Night had run up against every possible brand of insanity known to modern video man. A gang of virtual unkowns (at least to the tube public), they ventured into the vast wasteland at its most deserted hour, Saturday night at 11:30, a time slot usually reserved for crusty Brian Donleavy and Stephen Boyd B movies, maybe a few Attack Of The (fill-in-the-blank) regurgitations. They faced the most ridiculous set of odds not only in trying* to establish themselves, but also in putting on a real, live, ninety minute program, each week.