romantic cynicism?

Is it possible to be a romantic cynic? Or maybe a cynical romantic? I watched a movie based on a novel by Leonard Cohen last night and that is the thought that kept running through my head. I can't decide if he's a very romantic writer (and this a romantic movie) or if he's a bit cynical.... The movie was very lyrical and lovely and there were definitely romantic moments ... and maybe that was the point. The romance being confined to moments. There was alot of talk in the movie about being in the moment.

Just a weird train of thought. I think Cohen leads you down some interesting and confounding trails.

"Like shackles made of snow"