The worst part about being alive is, inarguably, having to get out of bed every single morning. The best part is that sometimes we get out of bed to find that Warner Bros. has said, "Screw it, let’s just play the Harry Potter movies on TV for free. We don’t need a reason."
In light of this, I've taken it upon myself to rank the movies from best to worst, using arbitrary criteria that (surprisingly) has nothing to do with Daniel Radcliffe's hair. You may not agree with everything I’m saying here today, and that’s your right, but I think the math speaks for itself.