
Deep Space 1988 Screenplay by Fred Olen Ray and T L Lankford, directed by Fred Olen Ray.
Charles Napier is a tough LAPD detective who's partnered with Ron Glass. Norman Burton is a General who's in charge of a secret government experiment to build a biological weapon, it's being stored in a secret satellite that's just crashed near LA. The creature was dormant but that doesn't last long and a couple of teens are ripped apart by it's tentacles.
Charles and Ron stop at the crash site, they steal a couple of small organic pods and take them home. The pods release murderous critters and poor Ron doesn't get to the end of the movie. There's a government agent who's had Charles pulled from the investigation. Bo Svenson plays the precinct captain and Ann Turkel plays the police lady that's Charles romantic interest.
Being off the case isn't enough to keep Charles from going after the creatures. Julie Newmar plays a psychic who keeps calling Charles, she's psychically linked to the creature. She literally phones in all her lines. Really, all her scenes are done in one location and she never appears with anyone else. She's only there to get Bo to the creature. During all this the first creature had escaped into LA's warehouse district and grown a huge number of teeth. It kills several people before Bo and Ann put an end it.
It's all pretty much average tough cop versus monsters stuff. Fred manages to cobble together a film but there's little original in it. It's got some action, some monsters, some humor, some gore, some romance, some bits were entertaining but some bits were a mite cringe worthy. To me some of the plot choices Fred makes are clumsy, even lazy. You can see a decent enough copy on YouTube in the title above. I wouldn't recommend it, better to rewatch a good SF monster movie, like Alien or Predator, they're more entertaining. They have better monsters too.

Tough Guys Don't Dance 1987 Based on the Norman Mailer novel of the same name, screenplay by Norman Mailer and an uncredited Robert Towne, directed by Norman Mailer. The last of four films Norman directed, he directed 2 in 1968 and 1 in 1970. I've seen none of them.
Ryan O'Neal is a would be writer, an ex-con drug dealer, and a heavy drinker. He wakes to find his father in the kitchen. Lawrence Tierney plays the father. He's got cancer and will die soon. Ryan tells him a long involved take about his wife leaving him before we get back to the present.
There are a pile of characters in that small eastern seaside town. Wings Hauser in the police chief, Isabella Rosselini is his wife and Neil's old girlfriend. Back when they were together he answered a wife swapping ad, they met up with some hillbillies played by Penn Jillette and Debra Sandlund. Debra is impressed with Ryan's bedroom skills and his desire to be a writer, she vows to get rich and support him. On the way back home to New York Ryan and Isabella fight and crash the car. She loses the baby she was carrying and the couple go their separate ways.
Ryan deals drugs and spends 3 years in jail. After he's out Debra comes back into his life, she's married rich and now she's got some cash to support him in his writing. Her rich husband is a guy Ryan used to know from prep-school. He's got a plan to make big cash form dealing cocaine. He's already got $100 mill, he just wants some kicks. Ryan and Debra don't last as a couple and she disappears. It just goes downhill for him after that. Things get so complicated that people start dying. A lot of bodies go into the ocean before the end of the movie.
It's an odd film and it made me think David Lynch. Someone else mentioned thinking similar thoughts. It came out the year after Blue Velvet and it has an oddness like that film, it's just not anywhere near as good. It made no money, earning barely back 20% of it's $5 mill budget and it has become a cult film of sorts. The kind that people laugh at, I suspect.
On the plus side it's got some entertaining characters, especially Wings Hauser as the police captain. He's a delightful maniac but he's so fragile that the death of Ryan's wife, she was also Wing's lover, gives him a stroke, leaving him a gibbering idiot. A nod to Lawrence Tierney, he was quite good, Tarantino saw him in this and hired him for Reservoir Dogs. He was even better in that. It's got laughs, some intentional, some not. It won Norman a Golden Raspberry Award for worst director. It was being marketed as a film noir murder mystery, when the negative reviews started Norman tried to make like the movie was a parody of the genre. No matter which version it is, it's still not that good a film. I was glad to have seen it, it has a certain uniqueness, I wouldn't need to buy a copy, I doubt I'd need to see it again.