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To be honest I've never seen British camping depicted better in a
movie than in this one. As much as we'd like to pretend it's true, we
don't actually do a little exercise in the afternoon sun as a bra
flies across the field and Barbara Windsor flops her tits out. Like
this film, the reality is that we actually just sit in a tent as it
pisses down outside, we all start to snap at each other, and we
wonder if this will be the night that we die. At this point in the
series, everything Harry has ever known and loved, including
Dumbledore, has gone straight out of the window. So along with Ron
and Hermione, they all set off on an adventure to find and destroy
several artefacts that contain Voldemort's soul. Sadly they don't
really know where to start because Dumbledore figured that setting up
little riddles would be more fun than not being a difficult bastard.