Somewhere in the annals of television history lies a fabled cruise—one so ill-fated, so questionably planned, and so hilariously implausible that it could only have been born in the psychedelic haze of 1960s American television. I’m talking, of course, about the S.S. Minnow’s legendary three-hour tour, a maritime misadventure that launched seven castaways into primetime immortality and common sense into the Bermuda Triangle.